The Mages became collectors, gathering and storing the scattered Divine Essence, while Ryan observed the Flame Dragon Knights.
The Count Clayton Family had none of the glory of ages past. As a result, nearly everyone of the Clayton bloodline remained under Count Clayton's command. Those like Ryan, who had gone to the Northlands as pioneering nobles, were rare.
Moreover, the Claytons were prolific, which meant that every knight and soldier in the Flame Dragon Knight Legion, the largest legion in the Empire, bore the Clayton surname.
This was not merely a lord's army, but a family army as well. Clayton blood flowed through their veins, and the extraordinary power Clayton had gained through blasphemy was not merely strength. It was hidden within the Clayton bloodline.
In this extraordinary world, some people truly were born noble, different from ordinary people.
Ryan watched the Flame Dragon Knights. Sacred patterns shone in their pupils, shaped like flickering flames. This was an innate, extraordinary power inherited through their bloodline, and now it was being drawn out.
The Flame Dragon Knight Legion wore no armor. Feeling the scorching heat within his body, one soldier tore off his sleeves. Looking over, Ryan saw bulging veins with an unknown liquid flowing through them. It spread from the heart toward the arm, until a totem seemed to have been carved across its surface, fierce and beautiful.
Clenching and opening his fist, the Clayton knight felt the powerful strength within his body. It was... different from the Blood-and-Qi Force his Knight Breathing Technique had once given him.
He raised his hand and snapped his fingers. As the crisp sound rang out, fiery red light visibly lit up along every blood vessel on his transformed arm. Like winding rivers across the land, they rushed toward the sea, finally blossoming into