"No... it's not the same." Seran shook his head, his voice calm. "Zyraxis, you were born a Hero Unit—you'll never understand what it's like for the rest of us. Let me ask you something... do you know how old the Grand Elder is now?"
"How old?"
"Almost thirty thousand years," Seran said, narrowing his eyes slightly.
"Thirty thousand?!"
"Th-thirty thousand?!"
"Thirty... thousand..."
The moment Seran said it, Zyraxis, Lilith, and Ethan all froze, their expressions shifting in shock.
"Yeah," Seran continued, his tone heavy. "The Grand Elder's pushing thirty thousand. Since the day I was born, he's been the strongest among the Gem Dragons. I've even heard him say he's lived through four or five major faction wars—some of them world-shaking. And yet, even after all that, he's still nowhere near becoming a Hero Unit. Not even close. There's not a shred of hope."
"Zyraxis, do you know why that is?" Seran turned to look at Zyraxis—
