At my age, and I still got played? Old Trend wasn't a psion, but he had once been Count Salvin's confidant, so he knew plenty about the occult. This was the first time he'd ever heard someone put the word "mere" in front of "Void Lord."
And yet, what had just happened really had unfolded just as the young general had said: spatial anomalies and psionic disturbances had appeared in the fortress, setting off the alarm. The fortress's various units had prepared to enter combat. Then, before they'd even had time to pick up their weapons, the alarm stopped. The matter had been resolved.
Old Trend had only learned from Mojie, who'd arrived at the scene, that something huge had gone down in Section F.
And yet, for all the fuss, the damage hadn't spread beyond a single park. The battle had ended within fifteen minutes. Hundreds had been injured or knocked unconscious, but no one had died.
It was all thanks to this young Terran general.
The old cyborg engineer gazed at the three golden stars gleaming on the other man's shoulder boards, and felt a pang of emotion.
Four years ago, he really had met a brilliant young man with a promising future. But now, four years later, this man's achievements still far exceeded even his most optimistic expectations. Even Mr. Trend, who'd lived for two centuries, couldn't help marveling at the grandeur and inscrutability of fate.
He looked at the young Yu Lian, and seemed to see his own remarkable former master.
But then again, his old master had borne too many grudges and grievances during the turbulent years two centuries ago. All his life, he'd kept his pride hunched over, crawling forward through the shadows.
That man had been brilliant, but he couldn't even see his