บท 479: GROUP OF SEVEN VII: DIFFERENCES

Hearing the reverential tone in Agrip's voice, Derek swallowed, knowing that his mentor wouldn't employ that tone unless the ancients were really worthy of the title. He needed to hear more.

"Okay, Uncle. So, what else about them?" He asked,  shifting in his seat. He saw Freya glare at him, and sniffed in sharply, turning away from her direction. He understood the girl's distrust of him.

Agrip sighed, then began to speak again.