“Empyrean Incarnate…!?”
The instant those three words left Dylan Brooks’ lips, the elderly man’s entire body trembled violently, as if struck by an invisible bolt of lightning. His knees buckled without hesitation, and before anyone could react, he had already dropped heavily to the ground in a deep, reverent kneel.
His voice rang out, loud, trembling, yet filled with unmistakable devotion.
“Your disciple’s disciple, Logan Cooper, pays his respects to Master Ancestor!!”
The title hung in the air like something sacred—ancient, weighty, and almost surreal.
Master Ancestor?
Hearing that, Dylan Brooks couldn’t help but frown ever so slightly. The crease between his brows wasn’t one of anger, but rather mild confusion mixed with faint reluctance.
So it seemed… Magnus Stormer had taken th
