The sky darkened, and black clouds gathered around his projection, shimmering with golden and violet lightning. Each bolt seemed to carry an ancient fury, a promise of pure and unstoppable destruction.
"Then those people were really descendants of the Titan tribe? A contingency resource, in case something went wrong in the advanced dimensions…" Orion reflected, crossing his arms and furrowing his brow. "They kept their lineages hidden, like a trump card for times of crisis."
Katia, watching him intently, nodded. "Emperor, that old Titan is overly cautious. 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 is that paranoia that made them isolate themselves from the other lineages."
