"My son."
Noah began, his voice serene, though his blood burned like wildfire beneath his skin.
The True Severed Origin Osmontian.
In this moment, he wasn't merely Truly Severed. He was more. So much more.
Bloodlines were peculiar things- basic in that they were universal, and yet sacred in how they carried weight beyond comprehension. Everyone had one. Everyone came from somewhere. But not everyone understood what it meant to carry the memories, the grandeur, the weight of generations within their veins.
And the way they were passed down… was just as unique.
Noah's bloodline stemmed from his mother and father. Humans, by all accounts. Their ancestors walked the same blue planet generations before. His grandfather and grandmother- he could glimpse pieces of them, scattered through the memories of his mother and himself. To them, the lineage meant little.
But to him?
To him, it meant everything.
HUUM!
Existence itself trembled.
