471 Mortal 1 (2/2)

However, Dyon had tried his best with what he had and he hoped that Meiying would be intelligent enough to make full use of it.

”Tell me again exactly what it is you were supposed to do,” President Gallagher asked for what might have been the hundredth time.

”It's quite simple really. Well, maybe not so much for someone who hasn't cultivated… But, the intuitiveness is there, at least to some extent.” General Mace didn't seem bothered by having to answer yet again, it was as though he was certain they had won anyway, ”There were multiple seals placed on our people. Those seals have been accumulated power for hundreds of thousands of years now. Quite frankly, our recorded history doesn't go back so far, so I'm not sure exactly how much time. But, it's at least that much.

The purpose of these seals is for the benefit of a being on a plane we can't fathom. It's best you don't ask, because if I'm forced to answer, I'll die. Then, they'll know that something is wrong.”

President Gallagher nodded, concentrating on the minute details.

”My job was to ensure that during the transfer process of these seals to this individual, that there was no backlash. The will of the universe is quite vast and powerful, it's something that even this powerful existence is wary of. To steal the destiny and talent of so many individuals for yourself isn't something the universe would be fond of. In fact, there'll be quite a large disturbance when it happens.”

”So, you wanted to use the influence of martial law to explain away the feeling of everyone having something torn from them.

You're saying that we still have a chance to fight back and regain our talent from this individual?” President Gallagher asked his first question in all this time.

”I guess so,” General Mace said nonchalantly.

”Good. Then we fight.” President Gallagher said with a serious expression on his face. ”If they think we mortals are so easily bullied, they'll be in for a surprise.”

General Mace stayed silent, but he was inwardly sneering. He knew more than anyone in the mortal world that his role in all of this had long since been fulfilled – any importance he had was gone.

He hadn't lied, of course. His purpose, now, was to ensure that the will of the mortals didn't fight back for their talent once it was time for that individual to absorb them. But, his role was truly nothing but an after thought… In fact, he had lied about more powerful experts coming… They wouldn't care enough to come.

This individual could hardly care about whether or not they fought back or not. Why? Because 7 billion mortal wills couldn't match up to even a percentage of his own will.

Their destiny was set in stone. To forever be mortal.