"!" Jabba instinctively turned his gaze toward the old man again - but this time, it wasn't a look of pity or sympathy like before. His expression shifted, and his body subtly tensed. It was as if, for a fleeting moment, he was staring at a reflection of his own possible future. If he ever chose to inherit the master law. would that truly be what awaited him? A broken body, a fading life, and endless solitude masked beneath power beyond imagination?
"Do not let your master's words decide your destiny - he tends to exaggerate." Althera's voice cut through his thoughts as she stepped forward, her presence commanding yet elegant.
"The man you see before you is none other than the Cosmic Elder, Zolan. With a single word, he can summon every Stellar Academy scattered across the sectors. With a single gesture, he can annihilate the Behemoths themselves. Because of him, the universe has enjoyed peace for tens of millions of years. It was he who banished the space beasts beyond the rim of existence, who shattered the Abyss of Doom. He is a hero of legends - the unshakable pillar that holds the fabric of creation together!"
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