William Sephore, the founder of the Williams family, was sitting with his legs folded behind him in the middle of a complicated formation. Incense sticks slowly wafted out smoke as the glowing ember on the tip slowly traveled down, leaving a trail of ash.
Items containing immense power were placed on the borders of the formation at a fixed interval, waiting to be utilized. Nine hundred and ninety nine Earth Immortals were softly chanting in the distance, feeding their focused energy into a single white rose that was planted in an urn full of soil.
The ground beneath them rumbled, as if the planet itself was coordinating with the ritual about to take place.
Yet instead of mentally preparing himself to be finally rid of that which was sealed within him, William was looking at a recording of a young human sitting atop a dragon. William had long known about Lex, not in the least because of his friend Larry who had confused William for Lex once.
