P.S. Tianzi wishes everyone a happy Valentine's Day!
Meeting the Master of Mankind was a suffocating yet dizzying experience.
In Aaron's eyes, the Emperor's presence was like a bizarre curse, an indescribable, terrifying temptation-you knew full well how dangerous and frightening he was, yet you gazed at him with such longing that you could not bear to look away for even half a second. When this Barbarian from the boundary between Europe and Asia fixed his cold, stern eyes on Aaron, Aaron sensed a faint trace of gratification in his expression.
Like an elder looking upon a wanderer who had finally come home after countless years abroad, the Master of Mankind quietly watched Aaron.
As though sharing an unspoken understanding, neither questioned nor probed the other. The Emperor merely tapped a finger, and the sunless underground realm became an ocean of golden, waving wheat. They walked among the plump ears, letting the densely growing grain brush their fingertips and sleeves with a faint, tickling prickle.
Huts of all sizes dotted the river basin, following the course of the water. Here, humanity's earliest civilization was taking shape. Humans still practicing slash-and-burn agriculture toiled in fields mottled black and yellow. Daylight shone brightly, and at the center of the sky hung the warm, dazzling sun.
Aaron looked at the distant village. Humanity was still so primitive then. They wore the simplest clothes and used the simplest tools. They used shells as currency and lived by barter. Their lives were hard but happy, and every face bore a smile, full of hope for the future.
"It has been a very, very long time since we last met, Ra." The Master of Mankind gazed toward the village. "I once showed you the village where I lived. As it was then, Terra is still called