'He is concealing far more than he allows others to see,' Camilla thought as she looked at him.
After all, even she had been deceived. Not by a lie. Not by an illusion. But by the simple assumption that Stan was what he appeared to be.
A New Age human could not possess resources of this caliber. That much was obvious.
The infrastructure required to obtain treasures like these no longer existed on Earth. Entire sects had once gone to war over resources of lesser value.
Yet Stan kept producing them. Again and again. As though such things were ordinary.
Her eyes narrowed slightly. 'No. He cannot be a genuine mortal of this era.'
That explanation creates more questions than answers. The possibilities continued to unfold.
'New Terra? An undiscovered inheritance holder? The hidden disciple of some surviving ancient faction? Someone carrying the legacy of a force that escaped the Night of Vanishing?'
