Half a million years later, an elderly figure stood at the peak of a mountain gazing at the boundless land below him. Soon, a group of women in white robes walked towards him holding the figure tied in a golden-red threads.
"Your Lordship" They spoke in reverence as they threw the tied figure towards the old man. It was a blond youth with his body full of scars and injuries, even his face seemed to be deformed as his gaze locked on the old man with his back to him, his eyes were teary and his throat was dry.
