In the depths of the Virodhabhasa Theocracy, atop a mountain at the very epicenter of the theocratic nation, was a little shrine. It lacked the ostentatious embellishment of the theistic architecture that otherwise characterized the vividly beautiful nation.
It was a small, unremarkable shrine.
A sight that would move no one.
And yet, it housed an extraordinary Transcendent force.
He meditated at the very center of the shrine, entirely content sitting cross-legged atop the marble tiles of the shrine.
His eyes opened slowly as he directed a knowing glance at the Central Highlands of the Beast Domain.
His mouth never moved.
And yet, a faint murmur escaped him nonetheless.
"Soon."
He had waited for what was to come for a long, long time.
He had waited ever since he became a Martial Transcendent and saw beyond the veil.
"Prepare yourselves, my friends," a faint whisper escaped him. "For the time is but nigh. The time for us to act."
His voice didn't get past the shrine.
