"How can there be a Legendary Talent among the mere six thousand or so Chosen Ones of the human race?" A Matrix couldn't contain her anger. "This is simply not fair. Do we have any Legends? No! Not even until the very end!"
This anger seemed to suddenly ignite the emotions of all the Matrices.
"Exactly! How is this possible?"
"Golden Legendary Talent, and it just so happens to be the type that can restrain us!"
"I will never accept this as mere luck!"
"Our entire civilization never produced such a level of Talent until its final moments!"
"..."
Indeed, throughout their existence, the Blood Demon species had never witnessed a Golden Legendary Level ability.
In reality, it wasn't easy for such a thing to emerge.
It was a one in a million chance!
The number of Chosen Ones that appeared in a civilization was limited and would not grow endlessly; the Blood Demons' past civilization couldn't surpass fifty thousand until its very end.