That was a bad idea.
"Perhaps pure humans are just like what we see before us, muddled, without spirit or intellect, no different from ordinary beasts. It is the intervention of ether that transformed our bodies and brains, bestowing us with wisdom and distinguishing us from beasts."
King Solomon continued to watch him silently, and Saqin dared not meet his gaze, memories of what King Solomon used to look like involuntarily surfacing in his mind.
Saqin could barely remember how his little junior brother turned into the semblance before him, perhaps since the day he donned that mask and called himself King Solomon.
He seemed like a completely different person, changed beyond recognition, so unfamiliar. Perhaps this was the original Hill, who had hid his ambition well for so many years, unnoticed by anyone.
