"Hear me, children of Earth. I am Freya, the Central Intelligence of the Primordial Human Race. Your species has transcended its trial and proven itself worthy. From this moment forth, you shall be nurtured and uplifted by the Primordial Alliance. Prepare yourselves—for an emissary of our kind shall soon descend upon your world."
This message struck everyone like thunder in their minds. They couldn't process what the hell was going on. Some even thought, after the earth-shattering battle just now, they were probably too tired to think straight.
Some of the old ones believed they must have gone senile.
But such a tremendous event couldn't be suppressed. Soon they began sharing their thoughts, and that was how everyone on Earth realized the voice wasn't a hallucination or an illusion.
On the battlefield, Dragon and Ethan were looking at each other, the same question marks on both their faces.
Ethan asked, "Po, do you perhaps know any Primordial Human Race?"
