Alexander leaned back on his throne, his eyes dimmed by memory. "The Hallow, was once a place of great reverence. It is where the Beast God fell after it was slain by the first professional in Pandora."
Leon's eyes flickered, his voice calm but certain as he finished the sentence for him. "Julius Arman."
Alexander gave a faint nod. "I see you know your history."
Leon did. He'd read every account of the first human emperor, the man who unified the fractured races, who rose from mortality to legend. Back in the Shantel Library, the stories had painted Julius as a god among men, his name whispered with reverence even after millennia.
