"The blood of time and fate flows through my veins. Every fiber of my being is their microcosm."
"Any disguise before me is but a self-deception."
He turned.
Like a god, he walked up to Shi Ming.
His face was impassive. He shrank down to Shi Ming's height, staring indifferently into his eyes and at the Sword in the Stone, which had been frozen in place.
"The Sword in the Stone?"
"So you're the one who drew the sword from Ten Thousand People Square."
"One hundred and twenty thousand years ago, you and I might have been friends. We could have stood shoulder to shoulder in the divine court, creating the most glorious civilization alongside all the people of the Primordial Star."
"But now..."
He looked past the Sword in the Stone, his gaze locked on Shi Ming's eyes.
The Eye of the Divine.
Shi Ming stood perfectly still.
