One particular day, a thousand years later, James was in the back mountain of Mount Thea.

He sat on a rock at the cliff, letting the breeze mess up his long hair.

Swoosh!

A figure suddenly flashed beside him.

The man that appeared wore a black robe and had horns on his head.

Quiomars called out respectfully, “Master.”

James asked sluggishly, “What’s the matter, Quiomars?”

Quiomars replied, “Master, I’ve been secretly monitoring the Omnipotent Lord for the past thousand years. He never