Anthony and Klaus stood upon the barren surface of the desolate planet, both men lost in their own intricate threads of thought.
Klaus's mind wandered to the inevitable moment when he would one day engage in a full-blown battle with Voryss, the thought filling him with a dangerous sense of anticipation. Anthony, however, pondered something entirely different, he wondered about the distant future, a time when his power would ascend to such heights that his very presence alone, without a gesture or movement, would be enough to bring an entire galaxy to its knees, shattering it into ruin.
"So, you possess the Primordial Human Bloodline," Anthony said at last, his voice calm, measured, and factual. His tone carried no trace of question, only certainty.
Klaus, shaken from his contemplations, turned his gaze toward Anthony. A faint smile curved his lips as he replied, "So, you already know about it, huh?" His words carried a mixture of acknowledgment and faint amusement.
