"Pyramids?"
Darulubus chuckled proudly, raising his gaze to the towering structure. "The pilgrims who measured it on foot said this wonder stretches endlessly!"
Orson froze, scalp tingling at the sight of a pyramid so impossibly massive. It felt less like something this world could produce and more like a relic of some alien high civilization.
And according to Darulubus, this was just one among many such wonders scattered across this world—every one of them colossal and magnificent.
"Could it be his handiwork?" Orson muttered under his breath. In the depths of the galaxy, to find pyramids… he couldn't help but think of the Ancestor who had betrayed the Radiant Shuttle and ascended alone into immortality.
"Papa, is he really the God's son?"
A little girl trotted forward timidly, hiding behind Darulubus while peeking out to study Orson.
"There's no mistake. The same face. The same tongue as us."
Darulubus laughed, booming with pride, and waved his people out of hiding.
