When Alex regained his senses, he suddenly found himself in a situation that he wasn't prepared to face.
A younger version of Luthor, when he was still the Guardian of the North, stood in front of him, while someone who was exuding incredible chillness and power hovered in the sky above them.
"Luthor, step aside," the man wearing a white robe said coldly. "He is someone that mustn't exist. Are you betraying the Empire?"
"Betray? I have never betrayed the Empire," Luthor replied proudly. "I am protecting its future!"
"Have you grown senile? Did you forget the prophecy?" the man sneered. "The Empire is said to stop existing as long as that… thing is alive. You have defended the Empire for many years, so I don't want to kill you. Don't force me, Luthor. You can still walk away."
"Did the King send you?" Luthor asked with narrowed eyes. "Did he really send you to kill his own son?"
