Liquified aether
"Well? What are you waiting for?" Nero asked at the three others who were staring at him, waking them from their reverie. Gabriel and Arter were genuinely surprised, and Maximilian was excited at his chances.
Gabriel gave Arter a look, before he went and scanned his hand as well. Turned out, he was the 52nd generation descendant of someone called Anzem Fade, which was a remarkably close number to Nero's own ancestor.
It was quite curious to think that fifty-something generations ago, their ancestors might have known each other, just like they knew each other. Nero wondered what their relationship must have been like. Were they research assistants and partners? Or was the timing more of a coincidental thing, and the truth was that they might never have known each other at all, and just happened to work for the Eldrim at a similar time.
The same could be said for Nero and any number of draftees in this war, so it was entirely plausible.