Every legendary class awakens a unique Legendary Trait when it is born.
Each class has its own trait that makes it stand out, strengthening the individual''s power in a way no normal person could imagine.
Typically, a legendary class only awakens one trait. For example, the Hawkmen King, upon reaching legendary status, awakened the Storm Lord trait, which enhanced his control over storms.
However, Jano’s case was far from ordinary. With the help of glowing stone, he had absorbed the transcendent blood of two mighty Titans—Thunder and Light—awakening two transcendent powers. This rare combination of forces resulted in the activation of not one, but two legendary traits:
Divine Might: The damage dealt by Thunder is greatly amplified!
Holy Heart: Entering a state of absolute combat focus!
These two traits—one passive, one active—empowered Jano in a way that rivaled the strength of long-standing legendary beings. The amplification of his powers allowed him to ascend to a level of strength unmatched by most, standing equal to the greatest warriors of legend.
However, what truly delighted him was the complete evolution of his bloodline.
Bloodline: Immortal Race!
This was more than a mere boon; it signified an extraordinary gift—an immensely prolonged lifespan. With this, Jano could walk further along his path, potentially seeing his future stretch across eons, even contemplating the possibility of touching the divine throne in the distant future.
But as he read the system message, his thoughts turned inward, his mind clouded with contemplation. The message showed that although his bloodline had evolved, the Winged race had not yet evolved into an Immortal Race. This was a critical piece of information that made him pause.
In his mind, the Winged people should be able to rise to the level of the Elves, one of the Immortal Race of the continent. In his vision of the future, they were meant to rival the Elves themselves, enduring for millennia and surviving the ravages of time.
Yet, as it stood now, the Winged people—despite the bloodline mutation that had raised their lifespan slightly beyond that of the Hawkmens—still only lived as ordinary species did. Their lifespan, while superior to the Hawkmens, was still no different from that of regular races, capping around a mere 200 years.
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Besides the Dragons, only the Dwarves—whose ancestors bore the bloodline of the Titans—had the privilege of a longer life, living up to 300 years. Other races, meanwhile, were confined to a much shorter span of life. The reality was clear:
Immortality—or at least a prolonged life—was not a common feature among the races of Ferland, with very few achieving the longevity that the Elves had attained.
Jano’s thoughts began to wander.
“How do the Elves do it?”
As these thoughts swirled in his mind, the skies above Heavenly Mountain suddenly erupted in a jubilant, deafening cheer!
Jano snapped back to the present, his thoughts momentarily scattered by the wave of celebration.
He turned his gaze to the sky, where the Winged warriors were soaring through the air, their wings glowing brilliantly in the fading sunlight. Each warrior held their bow or sword aloft, their eyes fixed on him, filled with pride and awe. The mountain below, littered with the bodies of the fallen Hawkmens, and the Hawkmen King’s ruined palace, now lay in blood and flame—these were the signs of their victory.
Nine generations of blood feuds had been avenged.
Today, the Winged people were no longer an obscure tribe. They had emerged as one of the strongest nations on the continent!
For the Winged warriors, this was a moment of pure triumph, and their joy was matched only by the roaring cheers echoing across the land.
Jano remembered the promise he made to his people.
As the Holy Thunder domain dissipated, Jano stretched out his wings and ascended high into the sky. His voice rang out, carrying the weight of his vow to his people.
“My people! I once said that we would rise, that we would avenge the blood of nine generations, and crush the Hawkmen King’s palace underfoot.”
“Now we have done it. The King who once scorned us now lies beneath our feet, and the land trembles with our victory. The Hawkmens shall no longer rule this mountain!”
Jano’s voice echoed through the skies, reverberating from the peaks of Heavenly Mountain to the valleys below. His words were carried by the wind, reaching every corner of the battlefield.
As he spoke, the sunlight began to pierce the dark clouds overhead, shining down on him like a spotlight from the heavens. The golden light seemed to crown him as the Winged King, his figure illuminated like some celestial being.
“The mountains shall crown me! The sun shall forge my golden crown!”
“Today, I am the King of the Winged people!”
With those words, Jano’s declaration resounded across the land, echoing back in a wave of triumphant sound. The Winged warriors, their wings spread wide, raised their arms in unison, their voices ringing out in wild celebration.
“King!”
“King!”
“Our people have a King!”
At this moment, Jano’s heart swelled with emotion. Once a hero, once a solitary warrior, he now stood at the pinnacle of all.
However, his heart was not at peace due to the glory of this moment. Instead, it felt heavier.
His gaze swept across the desolate battlefield, resting on the ruins of the shattered Hawkmen King’s palace. What was once a symbol of power and pride now lay in ashes. Jano realized that his strength was only the beginning, and the future of the Winged Ones held far more than the glory of today.
He lowered his gaze to the bronze longsword in his hand. The blade still faintly trembled, as if lingering with the anger and resentment of the old Hawkmen King. He was no longer the Winged King struggling at the Heroic tier; now, he bore the weight of an entire race’s future.
"This is just the beginning," Jano silently thought to himself. He lifted his head, his eyes firm with resolve.