She gave him a sideways glance, one brow slightly raised. "You should know this already," she said flatly. "Humans are the weakest race in the Lost Continent. Weak in strength, weak in talent, weak in resources. And the humans from your continent… they're considered even worse than the ones born here."
She paused, letting that sink in before adding with a tone that was neither cruel nor kind—just indifferent. "Most of them perform below average. Many are injured. Some die."
Max's expression darkened as he walked in silence beside Princess Lenavira.
Her words hadn't been meant to insult him—not directly, at least—but that didn't stop them from digging under his skin. Because the worst part? She wasn't wrong.
Humans were racially weaker than both elves and demons.
And Max knew it.
