Baron Rivelle had long since fixed his gaze upon Asher. He was not the only one; even his Knight Commander had his eyes locked on the eighteen-year-old boy. In their minds, both men questioned themselves, wondering if they had ever possessed such an extraordinary level of battle intellect and combat prowess at that same tender age. The answer came without hesitation, it was a resounding no.
Baron Rivelle couldn't help but allow a faint smile to curl across his face. This was, after all, the very first time he had witnessed a Wargrave in action. His sharp, black eyes shifted momentarily to his own children, Caldor and Annabelle, who were several meters away, locked in combat with a group of monsters. Around them, grains of sand floated and whirled in controlled patterns as they fought. Compared to the Tenth Sun, however, his children's performance was undeniably lacking.
