No Need Of Humility If You’re The Strongest

Evure God Clan.

Under the bright silver moonlight, three silverheads with red eyes sat around a bronze round table. 

All three had overbearing auras and the pressure emanating from them was enough to crush a thousand cities filled with Emperor Ranks and below. 

All three of them were veiled or had their faces covered. Their lush silver hair spilled behind the chair and on the floor. They did not care about it. 

"The three greats, they say." One of them, having a cross earring in one of her pointy ears, said. 

"Fufufu… it sure sounds grand." The second lady around the table said with a gentle chuckle. Her unique feature was her gentle demeanor and a bright red hairpin stuck in her roughly made bun. 

"How do you feel to be a part of it, Isa?" The lady with a cross earring asked. 

Isa, Roy's sister, and one of the three greats, shook her head and calmly answered, "Titles don't mean anything if there's no strength to back it up."