The office air conditioner hummed softly. Tiny specks of dust drifted with the airflow, becoming clearly visible beneath the lights.
Sitting on the sofa, Ancient One ultimately gave up on finishing the aloe juice and stored it away in her personal pocket dimension instead. She smoothed the hem of her yellow robe, adjusted the hood on her back, and continued her story.
"Not long after I was captured, I met the Absolute Protoss' leader at the time, Ubiquitor. I told her I had merely wandered into their territory by mistake and meant them no harm."
"Mm, Ubiquitor. I roughly understand. Please continue." Deathstroke replaced his teacher's drink with orange soda. This was still the better one.
The Absolute Protoss were incredibly powerful. With a single spell, they could warp reality—for example, making a stone grow facial features and a brain to serve as a calculator, or granting life to a cloud of smoke and turning it into a new species.
That might sound somewhat abstract, but they could more or less be regarded as Beyonders who used magic. They were similar in every respect, whether in the authority granted by their residence in a High Dimension or their combat power.
And Ubiquitor was the strongest among the Absolute Protoss. Compared to the Ivory Kings of the Beyonders, she was more human. She could cry and laugh, think and sing.
But unfortunately, she did not resemble an ordinary person. She resembled a mental patient.
Although they spoke English, her people's thought processes differed from those of humans. Perhaps you could ask her whether she had eaten, and she would immediately fly into a rage.
"She probably believed me, but she still did not let me go. Instead, she took me to Earth-691 and placed me under house arrest on a planet