Truth of the Bloodlines (1)

"Welcome, youngster."

When I appeared in this black space, the man in the middle seat greeted me. Among the five, he gave off the most adult-like feeling, as if he had lived hundreds of thousands of years longer than anyone else.

The sigil that floated softly behind him depicted a prominent yin-yang symbol with a fiercely burning flame surrounding it. It was the sigil that depicted my first Blood Trace, the bloodline of an ancient God.

"You must be confused. First, how about taking a seat?"

As he added, suddenly, a small table and a chair appeared before me, as if manifesting from thin air. I looked around once more and found a familiar-looking figure. Although I hadn't seen his figure before, I had heard his voice a lot of times already.