Max nodded, slowly absorbing every word. So it had been his bloodline that the scroll had responded to. It had sensed something different in him. That's why it chose him. That's why he had been marked.
"I understand…" Max murmured. But still, one more question hung in his heart—one that had unsettled him ever since he saw the strange quote in the system's notification.
"Is there… any benefit to the mark?" he asked. "Anything at all?"
The quote had felt ominous—'Should the mark burn bright, thrones shall crumble and stars shall weep…'—it was cryptic, almost like a warning dressed as prophecy. He needed to know if there was something good about it.
"Nobody knows," came a quiet voice from the side.
Max turned, eyes meeting Lady Virelia's.
