Markus
Linan Grand Stadium, Linan, Democratic Union of Aviye
Before What Would Have Been
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At the stroke of midnight, He did not clear his throat for their attentions.
Such a mundane thing was beyond the man who was about to become the god of this world.
Instead, as Markus Aureus stared down at the gathered crowd of Ascendants, the strongest from every land that had accepted his generous offer, he sent out a gentle wave of mental power, commanding their attention and their silence.
They did not know him in this body, but he was about to appear to them in glory.
"Good tidings," Markus greeted them, his voice amplified by technique instead of technology.
He did not thank them.
They had chosen to serve.
A Master did not deign gratitude to slaves, which they would be until they proved worthy of another title.
He was, after all, in the market for new children.