Aetherus. What an arrogant name. He was so arrogant he named himself after the world.
Damon decided to voice his thoughts.
"He really named himself after the world. Your brother is a very humble person."
Lazarak paused and looked at Damon as he stepped over the frozen corpse of a stillborn. He could hear the underlying sarcasm in Damon's voice.
"I think you misunderstood something. He is not named after the world. The world is him. This planet is not called the world of Aetherus because it belongs to Aetherus. This planet is Aetherus."
Damon stopped walking. His expression froze. This was the first he'd heard of this.
Aetherus was a name everyone knew. How could they not when it was the name of the very world they lived on.
He turned fully toward Lazarak.
"When you say this world is Aetherus, you are talking about the earth we walk on. The grass. The trees. The air we breathe. Or is this some figure of speech."
