Kael Draven’s place in the Draven family had changed completely.
No one dared to call him a useless fool anymore. Not now. Among the third-generation disciples, even a casual nod carried respect—quiet acknowledgment that Kael Draven was no longer to be underestimated.
A small smile played on his lips. Ten years of persistence. Ten years of pushing himself to the edge. And now, here he stood. It had been worth every moment.
“Seventh Brother,” Garrick Draven said, bowing deeply. “Grandfather wants to see you in the main hall.”
The respect in his voice was unmistakable. Just a month ago, it would have sounded very different.
Kael Draven knew why. If he hadn’t beaten his elder brother, if he hadn’t humbled Elira Draven—would they treat him this way? No. Power was respect, and he had prove
