Seth stared up at the four god-like foreign race evolvers, his heart trembled.
Instinctively he could feel it—his instincts screamed at him. There was no hope!
No matter how ungodly his luck was, if these beings wanted him dead, they could end him on a whim, effortlessly and quickly.
'What level of power was this?' Their prowess was so far beyond Seth he couldn't even perceive their aura, only the absolute suppression it provoked.
His pupils trembled as a figure among the four drifted closer to him. Seth noticed the absence of a mouth from the foreign race evolver, and just as he was wondering how they would communicate…
The figure suddenly bowed, almost ever so slightly. "Greetings, heir of the Wild One…" A cryptic language, unlike any Seth had perceived before, echoed through the air.
But direct perception of Will dawned on him with full understanding.
'The Wild One?' Seth wondered.
