Every one of the Emperors froze, but none more than the 713th Scorpion Emperor.
Never in all his years would Oron have thought that this day would come. He still remembered the words he spoke to Sylas back then, still remembered the harsh truths he had tried to burn into the child's psyche.
He remembered telling Sylas that a single generation wasn't enough to change his fate, that he had potential, but that he should nurture it within his limits, raise a family, and then maybe one day his descendants would be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with Oron's own.
Of course, Oron had only spoken those words perfunctorily. Even the benefits he had given Sylas back then—something that had been a huge boost to Sylas' Wheel of Fortune Foundation at the time—had been nothing more than a drop in the bucket to him.
