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"A seraphim," Seraphine's melodious voice entered the ears of the dukes who were attentively observing Ezekiel's bloodline. They, too, showed great curiosity about it. Seraphine's golden eyes momentarily stopped watching her daughter's fight. What caught her attention the most was, undoubtedly, the four pairs of wings: two white and two black.
She frowned, submerged in her thoughts, and looked strangely at Ezekiel.
Besides having four wings like Anthony, that was not simply normal. A very clear example was her own daughter, Angela, who only had two wings. But that was because her bloodline was still immature and she would lose control of her own flames, harming herself in the process. Another example of this case was Anthony's bloodline.
Seraphine was aware that without the sword in his hands, which by the way was of empire level, it helped him suppress the power of his lineage.
However, that was an anomaly. Bloodlines were supposed to adapt to the bearer, or rather, adapt to their current power. Clearly, Anthony's four wings were too much for him, but still, his lineage compelled him to have four wings, breaking his bones and tearing his body.
This was clear evidence that his body still couldn't withstand the bloodline, but at the same time, it meant that Anthony's bloodline was much stronger than that of his own father.
She remembered when they were young, Noah. At first, he only had two pairs of wings, not four. But now, not only was it Anthony, it was also Ezekiel. However, unlike Anthony, Ezekiel was able to control his lineage, although deep in his eyes, there was also some madness. He could control it.
Noah also looked at his son. He knew he couldn't control his own bloodline; in fact, he was the first to witness it with his own eyes. It was during a duel with his son when he first saw Anthony's four pairs of dragon wings unfold behind him. After the duel, when he had time, he told his wife about it. They were both very happy and proud.
The reason for their joy was that they had searched the family archives and discovered that no bearer, in their first awakening, had achieved the four wings.
Over time, many managed to unlock the other wings, but there was always a bottleneck. In their family's history, only one character had managed to have six wings. However, their son could break their ancestor's bottleneck. The only downside was that his body and rank couldn't withstand such a transformation without suffering damage.
Esmeralda looked at her son with worried eyes. Beneath his feet was a pool of blood, and his furrowed brow showed he was still suffering. Noah also frowned. He tried to find something to help his son, but the most obvious cure was for his body to be stronger, something he had already achieved thanks to his position in his ring. However, he also knew he would have to rank up.
According to his calculations, until he reached Esmeralda's position, he would continue to suffer violent reactions, albeit to a lesser extent thanks to the position he had managed to obtain.
"A fallen angel," an extremely dark voice resonated in the ears of the dukes. Everyone looked at the person whose eyes slightly gleamed: Artur Cornelius. For him, it was total excitement to see the tender blood. All the children of his former students were prodigies, but his eyes sparkled when he saw two of them standing out among the others: Anthony Von Valeriano and Ezekiel.
As for Anthony, he was a little surprised. He knew the dragon bloodline was powerful, but seeing his four pairs of wings with a wingspan of almost 10 meters, he nodded satisfactorily. He was almost as strong as his father when he was that age. Noah, at that time, had the rank of Max-Oro, but in their bloodline, they were in another league. That boy surpassed his father in that sense.
"That lineage doesn't exist in this part of the continent, but in the ancient records my mentor managed to obtain in zone 8 before mysteriously dying, it was a very old book that seemed like it would disintegrate at the slightest touch.
On its wrinkled pages was information about bloodlines. The vast majority already had information about them, but there were bloodlines of which we knew nothing. On one of its pages was written 'Fallen Angel,' on the counterpart of your small family lineage, Sera.
According to the information in the book, his lineage belonged to a family of angels that perished and were completely extinguished in the war with 'Them.'
In fact, about the other great lineages mentioned in the book, they are all completely extinct." Artur fell silent for a few moments.
"But, there's a possibility they might reappear," the place fell silent: "The artifacts?" Draven asked as his gaze grew deeper; a small sigh escaped Artur's mouth: "It's a possibility."
Noah remained silent for a while, glancing momentarily at Seraphine and Gabriel: "You mean that girl's magic, to believe that, right?" he asked with a serious look, Seraphine's expression wrinkled slightly: "Yes, the magic of the undead or also known as necromancy." the room fell silent again: "But unlike the previous bloodline, necromancy is more associated with desecration, it was a total surprise to see a girl with such a dormant bloodline running through her veins."
A small laugh escaped Gabriel, from his ring he took out an object, it was an opaque green stone, without shine at first sight it looked completely normal, but if you put the stone in your ears you could hear moans and screams, and if you looked inside the stone you could see thousands of souls with a face full of despair, this was one of the artifacts from zone 8 "The stone of a thousand souls."
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And the bearer of this stone is none other than the girl known as Persephone," Gabriel pulled out four more artifacts from his ring, all of them appearing normal at first sight.