Curious [Golden Ticket Bonus]

Thalrix grinned wildly at Theron, clinking what looked like silver nails turned claws on the table. It tore into the delicate fabric that adorned it.

Theron met his gaze calmly.

There was nothing at all on Thalrix's body that denoted he was part of any sort of Sect or Imperial Academy. But most often, this was the most fearsome sort of opponent.

It was a young talent a family didn't want to be influenced by any others. These were existences that were likely beyond Chosen in many instances, young elites that a family would pour all their resources into if given the chance.

Sigil was almost certainly such an existence before Dean Thistle chose to bring him forward. Presenting Sigil like this, there was obviously just a single purpose…

To display dominance.

That was how confident Dean Thistle was in his son.