章 1902: Gratitude

The atmosphere within the Grand Hall immediately became tense. Revelations Dyon casually spoke of were no different from thunder in their ears. 

Could it be that the Titans already set their sights on them? Without them even being aware?! 

"Call Little Anak here." Emperor Angelus immediately commanded. 

It didn't take long for a confused Anak to be looking around the Grand Hall in a bit of a daze. He didn't understand why the pillars of his Clan had called him here, and he understood even less why a member of the Sacharro Clan he hated so much was being treated with such respect by his father. 

Dyon didn't say anything as he scanned Anak, sweeping through his body once, twice, and even thrice over.

Though he didn't have much of a reaction, he was inwardly frowning. 

'Was I too sensitive…? Could it be the Mist Clan and the Titans are completely unrelated?'