Damian stood atop the artificial mountain that he made from Lands of Stone that he now controlled.
It was a surreal thing.
But not as surreal as having had a conversation with a Behemoth Primal Beast who had told him to wait at this moment.
In his daze as he was thinking about many things, he didn't realize how the figure of the Holy Daughter was floating around him. Her white-blue wings beat gently against the calming air as she circled his position, looking him up and down with those wing-shaped pupils that seemed to be cataloging every detail they observed.
She floated to his left.
Then behind him.
Then to his right.
And finally, she came to float directly in front of him.
He blinked and looked at her as if to ask what she was doing.
And she looked back at him calmly before she said...
"He called you Young Lugal."
BOOM!
Her words were penetrating.
"Your Uncle. Warrior Adam."
