The sky darkened, and black clouds gathered around his projection, flickering with golden and violet lightning. Each bolt seemed to carry an ancient fury, a promise of pure, unstoppable destruction.
"So those people were actually descendants of the Titan tribe? A contingency resource, in case something went wrong in the advanced dimensions..." Orion mused, crossing his arms and frowning. "They kept their bloodlines hidden, as an asset in times of crisis."
Katia, watching him closely, nodded. "Emperor, that old Titan is overly cautious. Ever since the Divine Plans, he has been obsessed with the idea of an inevitable war, or even a catastrophe that would exterminate the celestial tribes. It was this paranoia that caused them to isolate themselves from the other bloodlines."
Orion closed his eyes for a brief moment, his mind wandering through the Sea of Time, immersed in threads of ancient memories and glimpses of the future.
