Arthur Sterling didn't sweat.This was despite the fact that the ambient temperature in the Imperial Box could have melted steel.
He stood tall with his jaw set. He absorbed the Celestial Emperor's words with the calculating focus of a predator dissecting a rival's business model.
"Enlighten me," Arthur said. His voice was a calm steady baritone that cut through the roaring solar hum of the Emperor's body. "If the Origin Font isn't a power source, what is it?"
The Emperor slowly stepped down from his glass throne.
"It is a formatting tool," the God replied plainly. "Every millennium a new champion arises. They are filled with ambition and pride. They step into the Origin Font expecting to bathe in limitless power."
The Emperor raised a hand. A holographic projection of a massive glowing pool of liquid silver appeared between them.
