At the heart of the Imperium was Nuvagor who sat on a throne that was made out of bones and pillow, and kneeling in front of him was Corey who was being held by countless pale hands.
"Hmm."
Nuvagor had a thoughtful expression along with a curious and baffled light in his eyes as he stared at Corey whose head was hung low.
'I could not penetrate his mental defenses to see his deepest and core memories... As for his soul...'
Nuvagor frowned.
'I was barely able to perceive it but... I felt inferior?'
'I cannot also manipulate the space and time around him for some reason... It's almost like he has an extremely high affinity for both space and time, but he has not used any spatial or temporal ability... Maybe it's because he's still a Mortal... There's only so much a mortal can do.'
