Primordial Chaos Sect
A few minutes ago
Adams sat upon his throne, a deep frown etched across his face. The opulence of his surroundings could not mask the turmoil within him. His dreams, vivid and strange, had been haunting him for days. Something was missing—something crucial that tugged at the edges of his consciousness but remained elusive. He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand, his golden eyes dimmed in thought. "Tell me about my first life," he muttered, his voice low and commanding. "If possible, just show me."
Adams said as he sat at his throne with a frown on his face, still clearly bothered about those strange dreams.
