Astratis inwardly frowned at Izroth's words. He could not sense any strength coming from Izroth; however, he knew that Izroth was a rare talent—that is when compared to other mortals.
But, no matter how talented a mortal was, without Ethos, it was impossible for them to ever be on equal footing with the ancient races. Even the strongest person amongst the mortals would fall effortlessly when faced against those like the anzeyta.
However, after Astratis noticed the change in atmosphere around Izroth once his sword was drawn, he could not help but grow somewhat hopeful.
"How can a mortal emit such a sharp sword aura? No. That is of no importance. Right now..." Astratis internalized.
"You are right. I have a lot of questions, but since you call yourself an ally—I will place my trust in you, Izroth." Astratis stated.
The following moment, Astratis sat on the ground in a meditative pose as a barrier of lightning formed around him.