Some pseudo-gods wanted a "child" from Shi Ming.
Others coveted his "body."
Still others wanted to use the final upheaval to once again try and seize the "opportunities" deep within the Tomb Star Realm.
And then there were those who, while appearing aloof, wanted everything.
Meanwhile, the 'Friend of the Secret,' Amonif, had a plan of her own. She and her younger sister, Ali, had returned to her Divine Country, the Sea of Fallen Stars. It was a lonely, secret place—a space belonging exclusively to the two sisters, a place that not even fate itself could peer into.
Amonif spoke, her cool voice creating a subtle echo in the Sea of Fallen Stars.
"I see. Perhaps by the time we last spoke, he had already learned the Civilization Prologue and left the legacy space. But to have analyzed the source text on those twelve stone slabs so quickly... his mental threshold must be unimaginably high."
"I thought as much."
Ali agreed with Amonif's speculation.
