?Everyone turned to see the neer, who had seemingly appeared in the Imperial Frost Court out of thin air.


    He was a ridiculously beautiful man with eyes whose beauty could bepared to the moon and hair that shimmered like ice under the light. He was dressed in all-white, and his presence wasmanding yet calming at the same time as if the calm before the storm.


    The officials and ministers bowed deeply, recognizing the man as the Grand Patriarch of the Imperial Frost n, Magnus''s father. He was a legend in his own right, renowned for his unfathomable cultivation.


    Magnus lounged on his throne, his face propped up on his hand as he surveyed his father with a cool, detached gaze.


    He exuded an air of unshakable confidence as he dered, "This court is mine to rule as I see fit, for I am the Patriarch of the Imperial Frost n."


    Turning his sharp gaze towards the officials and ministers assembled before him, he spoke with a voice as cutting as a knife through silence. "And let it be known to all who dare to cross my son, that they will face the full fury of my wrath!"


    His words echoed like a thundering warning, leaving no doubt in the minds of those who listened that he would stop at nothing to protect Evan from any and all schemers.


    Eldrid Frost seethed with indignation. He had never felt so insulted in his entire life. The fact that his own son had spoken to him in such a disrespectful manner, all because of a mere "waste of space" was unforgivable.


    In Eldrid''s eyes, Evan was nothing more than a worthless piece of trash, all because he had awakened a control-type soul te. He was a cruel and heartless man that prioritized talent over family.


    "Magnus," Eldrid called out.


    "Eldrid," Magnus acknowledged his father''s call, his voice void of emotion. However, the sardonic twist of his lips betrayed his true feelings.


    "Son, you are making a grave error. I implore you to reconsider," Eldrid warned, his tone heavy with concern.


    "There is nothing to reconsider, Father," Magnus retorted with a challenging glint in his eyes.


    Their eyes met in a furious sh, and it seemed like a fight would break out at any moment.


    However, before their brewing conflict could escte, the doors to the Imperial Frost Court exploded open, and Evan strode in with his head held high.


    "Why are you here?" Eldrich asked.


    "Grandpa, I am not going to stand by and watch as everything I deserve is taken away from me," Evan dered in amanding voice that reverberated through the Frost Imperial Court.


    Magnus''s gaze shifted to his son, his typically unyielding expression softening as he spoke in a gentle tone, "Evan, you don''t need to prove anything to anyone. I won''t let anyone question your rights while I''m around."


    Evan acknowledged that his father was indeed a dependable man, but he had a vision of the future that his father couldn''t see.


    He knew that if he continued to rely solely on his father, the entire n would eventually turn against him, and he couldn''t let that happen. Magnus deserved all the happiness and sess in the world, and Evan didn''t want to be the one responsible for jeopardizing his father''s legacy.


    "You''ve done enough for me, Father. It''s my turn to make things easier for us."


    "But-"


    Eldrid interrupted with a dismissive wave of his hand, insisting, "Let the boy speak his mind, Magnus. He has every right to be heard," before turning his piercing gaze towards Evan, his eyes challenging him to speak up. "What have youe here to propose? Spesk your mind."


    Without hesitation, Evan stepped forward and faced Eldrid and the ministers, his eyes zing with a fierce and unparalleled determination.<novelsnext></novelsnext>


    "I''m here to fight for what''s rightfully mine," he said, "I won''t let anyone strip away my birthright. It''s my turn to take the reins and lead this n to greatness."


    "How do you n on doing that? The mere fact that you possess a control-type soul te is enough to disqualify you from inheriting the n." Eldrid sneered at Evan, his words oozing with condescension.


    Evan didn''t answer him. Instead, he posed a question.


    "Our n values age and seniority over merit and ability. The eldest son of the head of the main family has the first right to inherit the position of patriarch, even if they''re not the most qualified or capable. Grandpa, you weren''t the eldest among your brothers. How did you be the patriarch of the n?" Evan asked in calm and steady voice.


    A sly smirk tugged at Eldrid''s lips as heunched into his story, regaling Evan with the tale of the Inheritance War. It was a brutalpetition established by the Founder of the n to determine who was truly worthy of sitting on the Throne of Frost - a seat reserved for the patriarch of the Imperial Frost n. It could only be initiated by the children of the Patriach. And it still hadn''t been discarded.


    pαndα,noν?1,сoМ Magnus looked at Evan in shock and pleaded, "Evan, please tell me you''re not nning to follow in your grandpa''s footsteps?"


    Evan smiled guiltily at his father.


    "I''m sorry, Father, but I want to initiate the Inheritance War!" He dered his intentions boldly


    Evan''s unexpected announcement not only startled Eldrid, but also left everyone else in the Imperial Frost court dumbfounded.


    "You can''t do this, Evan. It''s too dangerous."


    "I must do this, Father. It''s the only way to stabilize the n and curb insubordination."


    Magnus, his father, was quick to try and intervene, but the determined look on Evan''s face made it clear that he wouldn''t be dissuaded.


    Eldrid, who had been watching the exchange with interest, stepped forward and spoke, "Let the boy try. If he fails, he fails. But if he seeds, he will have proven himself a true member of our family. Child, if you win the war, you will have my approval."


    Evan had been waiting for these words, knowing that the support of his father was crucial, but to have the backing of his grandfather, who only cherished talent, would mean that the entire Imperial Frost n would fall into his hands.


    He didn''t particrly like his grandfather, but he couldn''t deny the power he presented and his simple nature. Despite his cruel tendencies, Eldrid was straightforward and that appealed to him.


    "I am sure you''ll keep your word when the timees, grandpa," Evan said, casting a slightly emotional look at his grandfather before turning to the court officials.


    "Announce the initiation of the Inheritance War!"


    BOOOOOOOOM!


    The sound of horns red throughout the Imperial Frost n, its call reaching every member, even those located on lessers throughout the ck Eye Gxy as if magic.


    Notifications were also sent out to all branches of the n, telling them that their heirs in the first stags of cultivation could participate in the Inheritance War if they were willing.


    Excitement rippled in the air as the youngest generation of the Imperial Frost n prepared for the inheritance war.


    Evan had set in motion a tradition that had not been invoked in generations, and it was causing waves througout the Sun Moon Empire!