"Your name is Damian, right?" asked an arachnid beast with clear disgust in its voice as it looked down at the human. "Damian Williams from the Origin realm? Sekhmets slave?"
The middle-aged man, whose aura was now fluctuating in the late stages of the Heaven Immortal realm, looked at the spider without an ounce of discontent or displeasure. If it was so easy for Damian to lose control of his emotions, or if he was so easily bothered by external things, he would not have reached his station today.
By his calculations, he was now nearing, if he was not already equal to, the strength of his ancestor William Sephore. It had hardly taken him a couple of centuries to reach this stage, and with Sekhmet's and the HOA's backing, he would soon be ready to claim the ancient heritage of the Sephore family. Who then could deny his genius?
