"You and Kaelzor should understand something," Cassian went on. "Max has already proven that his potential is greater than almost anyone else's in the outer layer. If you want to kill one of our greatest geniuses before he has time to mature, then we have no reason to cooperate with either of you when the Ascension Trial arrives."
Kaelzor finally spoke. "That would hurt the Primordial Race as much as everyone else."
Cassian looked at him. "Maybe."
He smiled coldly. "But we can afford to wait."
His eyes narrowed. "Can you?"
Kaelzor fell silent.
The Ascension Trial was one of the greatest opportunities the outer layer had to offer. Countless geniuses had been preparing for its descent, and the Five Races had been gathering resources, selecting candidates, and fighting for every advantage they could get.
If the Primordial Race refused to activate its key, the whole trial would stay closed.
Seraphel slowly clenched one hand as golden light flickered around his fingers.
