For a while, the entire council chamber remained engulfed in noise, as elders bickered and interrupted one another without pause, their voices rising and falling in overlapping waves— each man more adamant than the last, as the room split clean down the middle over Leo Skyshard's candidacy as the next Dragon.
His talent, of course, was never in question.
They had all seen the boy fight in the Interstellar Circuits.
They had all seen him defeat four Grandmasters back-to-back alongside hundreds of billions more.
And hence, they understood that in terms of potential, very few could contest what he was capable of becoming—
But talent was never the problem to begin with.
The real concern was his loyalty.
Because the Fourth Elder's concerns weren't without merit either.
