"Forgive me, your majesty! It is about the imperfect humanoid that we brought back after all these years. He is making good progress.!" The blind man notifies about the same humanoid that is known to escape out of the main country with the help of a doctor years ago.
The mortal that is continuing to receive praisings as a God in the realm of mortals. Elohim sits on the throne with his right hand supporting his chin while the other hand on the hand rest.
He is wearing a long gown of gold, a spirally spun gold strip, adorned with coronation robes which is also woven the same way with gold. On both his shoulders are chains from one end to another that hold his robe together.
"Well, well if it isn't for the best of my lord. Let the houses think that the soldier is that humanoid with an infinite amount of energy while we train the real one inside the palace in secret and make him our dog."
