Until just a few days ago, Rian Cole's reputation in the clan was utterly deplorable.
From childhood, Rian never showed a shred of power or talent, an unforgivable flaw for a direct descendant of the clan leader.
While his siblings shone in combat and climbed ranks, Rian was relegated to servant work—well-paid but humiliating for someone of his lineage.
In the clan, being a servant was a constant reminder of his failure, a stigma branding him as the weakest Cole.
Whispers in the corridors, scornful glances, and laughter behind his back were part of Rian's daily life.
Now, sitting in the trial chamber, Charles felt the weight of the crowd's stares as those memories flashed through his mind for a few seconds.
'So, no one really knows Rian has powers…?' he thought, confused, since he clearly recalled Kraus Cole's dialogue when he defeated him while controlling the hero in his dream.
Clearly, Kraus knew about Rian's power, but…
