Nurah responded with a dry mouth... the spiritual aura didn't just smash them on the ground; its heat was strong enough that it almost boiled them alive.
"87th Millennium? Chained Era?" Azhukar frowned. "Are you telling me I have been imprisoned until a new Era emerged?"
"We don't know the details exactly, but we know that your empire fell during the Erased Era…" Nurah paused. "Emperor... you have been imprisoned for more than a hundred thousand years, if not more."
"..."
Azhukar was silenced, his expression unreadable... but it was clear to all, he didn't seem to take the news well.
Being imprisoned for such a long time was one thing, but to wake up and find out that your entire empire, lineage, race... all had perished and been corrupted? Who would accept such news with a warm smile?
"I assume you arrived at my empire after it became an Ancient Distorted Site," he spoke at last.
