This nobody, this random Battlemage from the slums had managed to draw blood from him. From Dasha Pang who had outmaneuvered the strongest soldier and had the Singaporean and Chinese government wrapped around his fingers. Dasha who continued his reign of terror from Earth and caused utter chaos in the Underground.
An impoverished unknown foreigner had created a flaw in him.
'That's good.'
This was why Dasha came here.
To learn.
This was not Earth. Dasha theorized the concept of the soul but could never make it manifest. Why? Was it a lack of intelligence? No, he was perfect. It was a matter of realities, of history and principles and understanding.
This world, these gods, they were not yet within reach. They were nothing like the feeble societies on Earth and their desperate, pathetic humans.
Seeing his own blood confirmed that once more.
