As the almighty Hegemon used his true form to chat with the blazing beast, something else was happening at another part of the imperial palace, a place where there were thirteen royal thrones.
One of the thrones was as white as snow. The other twelve were golden in color.
A white-bearded, snowy-robed old man with six horns was seated atop the snowy-white throne. The other twelve golden thrones were occupied by twelve golden-armored figures, and Daolord Woodflower was one of them.
"I have summoned you all because there is something I wish to discuss with you." The six-horned, white-bearded old man smiled. "As you all know, my race just gained a new member. This kid was born with exceptional innate gifts, and in a thousand short years he's managed to escape the abyss below the Astral Islands. Even amongst my Imperials, he is a rare breed who stands at the very top."
"Congratulations, Hegemon."
