The mote of golden light transformed into a tall man as he looked contemptuously at the Grand Elders before him.
"Useless children! Look at what state you brought my Zlatan Family into! Now I can't even die properly, assured that my family would be safe for the eternities to come."
The three excited Grand Elders simultaneously knelt and kowtowed.
"Father, we are useless. Please guide us."
Their voices echoed in unison as if they had practiced it before, or perhaps, said many times in the past when they were still children that the Zlatan Family's Ancestor couldn't help but harrumph.
"Hmph. I thought we would survive the Calamity Light, but it seems like you all can't even survive a mere Emperor of Death. If I were in my prime, both his head and his impertinent women would belong to me already."
