"An-Ancestor," one of the 10 remaining elders of the Blue Horn Tigerkin Family muttered, his voice breaking as he stared at the middle-aged man who had walked out of the portal.
To many generations of the Blue Horn Tigerkin Family, their infamous ancestor, who walked shoulder to shoulder with the Primordial Chaos Dragon during the Primordial Era, was merely a myth told by their elders.
In fact, after several eras had passed, the people who could boldly say they had met the ancestor could be counted on one hand.
So, expecting him to show up here today wasn't on any of their to-do lists when they woke up today.
Yet here he was, his striking blonde hair flowing down his back, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as his deep blue eyes gazed back at Kent.
If one didn't know better, one would say he had just turned 20.
His appearance and age didn't align.
