Three weeks had passed since Asher left the capital and returned to the Wargrave estate. Within this time, Asher's name had spread rapidly among both noble households and commoners alike.
Some claimed he had been pretending to be weak all along and had only unleashed his true abilities at that very moment. Others argued that he was simply that talented from the beginning.
There were even wild rumors saying he had killed a thousand Emovirae on the day of his awakening. Numerous stories and exaggerated rumors started to spread like wildfire, igniting curiosity and awe across different regions.
But within the Wargrave estate, nothing had changed. No one congratulated Asher. No one praised him. No reward was given, not even from Azeron, who had earned thousands of platinum coins through his tenth son.
As a Wargrave, winning was expected. It wasn't something to be rewarded or to be surprised about. Victory, for them, was tradition, an obligation, not an accomplishment.
