Arvantos smiled wryly again. "That's one simple way to put it."
The words came out almost casual, but the meaning behind them shook the top ten deeply. Aurelian Lareth's expression turned complicated.
The elven races had always taken pride in their bloodline purity, but standing in the Primordial Ancestral Domain and hearing that humans came from Primordials themselves, even he couldn't hold onto the same sense of superiority.
Revona stayed calm, but her gaze lingered on the mural longer than before.
Ervin looked thoughtful. "Then the current Primordial Race should have kept declining. If the original Primordials couldn't reproduce, and a lot of them turned into humans, how did your race survive until now?"
Arvantos's smile faded into something deeper. "That's where the second half of our history begins."
