"He is stronger..." the twin demigods thought, their pupils dilating as they stared in the direction Rohan was.
They were taken aback as they were more than seven hundred years older than Rohan, yet his power seemed more potent than theirs.
"...No, he isn't. It's just that his mana is a bit denser, much purer than yours..." the queen corrected, her expression still as unreadable as always.
"Yeah, you are right..." Their eyes narrowed for further analysis. They concurred, seemingly relieved that the new generation did not surpass them.
Rohan, a half elf, was born in a time of peace, having enough time and resources to research on mana, building his own to the extreme, almost to the point it became divine energy.
The fruit of his labour bringing a shock to the faces of his seniors, Alvar and Alpher.