"And I understood it completely." Zylus's katana stayed in the air for just a couple of more seconds, as Victor's body remained unmovable. "I now know who I am, and I'll accept, Victor, I'll accept who I must be and the role I'll take in all this."
Victor was on the floor, both hands remaining on the stone-cracked floor below him to maintain balance as he looked up into Zylus's piercing pink gaze. The aura surrounding Zylus was like no other; he just felt different.
An individual now inhabits more than one core; he inhabits two separate cores, which measure who you are racially. But who was Zylus truly? Was he something more than what he let on? At this point, nobody knew exactly what he had become or who he was.
But something remained certain: he was a sovereign.
The [Transcendent Soveriegn].
Victor shuddered, trying to muster the courage to spit out a few words.
"A-all w-what?" Victor stuttered as he backed away pathetically, "W-what r-role?"
