Chapter 518: Rare A grade Potential
"Next is you," the red-robed old man said, pointing calmly at a tall young man with silver streaks running through his black hair. The chosen youth stepped forward with quiet confidence, his eyes calm but sharp like unsheathed blades.
"I’m Alaric Vane, of the Crimson Star Lineage," he introduced, his voice measured, almost regal in tone.
Without hesitation, he walked to the Ancient Dragon Scroll and stood before it, exhaling softly. As he locked eyes with the image of the dragon embedded within the ink, the temperature around him subtly rose.
His aura sharpened, and almost immediately, the first black orb emerged, then the second, then a third in rapid succession. The crowd’s murmur quieted as the orbs continued to appear without pause—four... five... six... seven...
Alaric’s face remained unmoved, his eyes glowing faintly as if he were seeing something others couldn’t. Eight... nine... ten... the orbs hovered around him in a perfect circle, pulsing with increasing brilliance.
When the eleventh appeared, a soft gasp rippled through the hall.
But it didn’t stop.
A twelfth orb emerged, slower than the others but clear and steady. And only after that did the scroll release a deep thrum of rejection, sending a shockwave that forced Alaric several steps back.
"Twelve origin strands in just twelve minutes," the old man evaluated, his tone more respectful than before. "B-grade potential. Impressive."
Whispers stirred as Alaric nodded silently and returned to his place, his gaze impassive but the corner of his lips curving ever so slightly.
"Next," the old man said, gesturing to a girl with emerald eyes and short brown hair. She stepped forward with a faint smile, unbothered by the crowd’s attention.