Nolan scanned the reception room, his gaze finally falling on Sparta, and his pupils contracted slightly.
He hadn't expected the person he missed day and night to suddenly appear right before his eyes.
Then Nolan closed his eyes again, terrified that all of this was an illusion, terrified that in the next second Sparta would vanish silently just as he had before, leaving not a single trace even after years had passed.
Thragg opened his tightly shut eyes, saw that Nolan was standing by the door with no intention of moving, and turned his head to look at Sparta.
It seems your appearance has made this warrior lose his composure.
Right, after all, he is someone who has been gone for several years. Returning to the Viltrumite Empire just like that is truly bound to shock people.
Not to mention a little fellow like Nolan, even an old thing like himself who had lived for a millennium felt ripples stir in his heart upon first seeing Sparta.
It was only his many years in a lofty position, coupled with the countless times Clayton had provided 'verbal' assistance, that made it difficult for him to reveal a look of shock.
Nolan slowly opened his eyes, took a few steps forward into the reception room, his tone carrying a trace of disbelief.
"It really is you. I thought you were dead long ago."
Sparta sat there, his voice low and steady, as if he had never left all these years.
"It's me. I'm back."
He looked Nolan up and down.
The young man before him was no longer the green warrior in his memories; a bit more composure had settled between his brows, his frame had grown even straighter, and the weathering of many years had carved marks of maturity upon his