Disciplines

Because of this, every single one of the youths knew who Malakai was.

And they knew his story.

Regardless, as Malakai passed, each of them bowed their heads and greeted respectfully.

"Ninth Vein."

Some even muttered the deeper greetings, the formal ones reserved for non-direct descendants addressing direct descendants.

Despite his past, the sheer weight of the title Vein felt like the sky to them.

And with the Sovereign's decree that Malakai was to be treated like any other direct descendant, the entire clan had gotten the message.

Malakai nodded briefly to each youth that greeted him. After walking for some time, he reached another wall, one with the same type of door and panel he had used earlier.

The training grounds were divided between the unevolved and evolved, with the unevolved occupying the outer parts and the evolved in the inner.

"Damn," Valentine suddenly muttered. "They looked like little devils."