"Do you not think it's a bit too unfair?"
Shelley suddenly asked as they both walked toward the cave entrance.
They left the empty hall behind and were now in the tunnel.
Though it was the middle of polar night, the brightness outside the cave was still a notch higher than the pitch-black inside, with a faint glimmer seeping through the entrance.
Colin's steps faltered slightly, but he did not pick up the conversation.
Shelley looked out into the deep, dark night and continued,
"Those from Pureblood Families are born noble, while the people of Ancient North Village are regarded as mere dust. Yet, essentially, their souls all carry the same weight."
Standing behind Shelley, Colin could not see her expression, but he thought for a moment and said,
"In a world where power returns to oneself, these things are bound to happen."
