"Hey you two, let's go already." Said an old man towards two young people that seemed to be twins.
The two's faces were quite pale and they had a strange aura around them.
"But uncle Ralf... We wanted to sleep for a while longer."
"You can't wait to tarnish our Celestite Race's hard worked reputation, right?! Get up already you lazy asses! The tournament is going to start in an hour or two. This is our only chance to get closer to another faction."
Uncle Ralf as Rowan and Bowan referred to him was feeling quite helpless when it came to these two.
He was a mighty limit God King that was only a step away to become a Primal, but these two prodigies managed to piss him off everyday.
And the only reason he accepted it was because of their promising future. Rowan and Bowan were actually more talented than everyone else in the current generation, just that it was a safe guarded secret of their Celestite Race.