As Orion, Thorion and the various geniuses that had come to change their fates battled and transcended their limits, the world kept moving, its gears seemingly unstoppable.
Zacx comfortably sat in a darkly lit office within an unknown location, calmly looking at the myriad of screens in front of him, showcasing the performance of all those that had come to his tower.
His aura seemed to flicker in and out of existence, constantly threatening to be snuffed out but he was totally indifferent to it all as the rings within his pupils blazed with everlasting light and vigour, akin to a dying star who ironically refused to resign to such a fate.
The door to his office opened and Solomon's shrouded figure appeared, walking over then patting Zacx's back as he spoke.
"You alright? You seem tense." He said as he walked around the table and sat in front of his brother.
