He lowered his hand, and his expression hardened into something grave.
"I won't pretend this comes cheaply. To reach this point, I've been gravely injured twice. Each recovery cost me more than a billion, and months of my life I'll never get back.
This is not an easy path. I don't recommend it to anyone who hasn't already proven themselves a genius, and spent countless hours understanding their class down to its very foundation."
His eyes lifted to the cameras one final time.
"But for those who can?"
A faint smile.
"The river is waiting."
Moon stood frozen.
'This man… is a true genius.'
There was no doubt about it. Alaric Sky was a genius among geniuses. A figure worthy of respect, a scholar who had carved truth out of something the entire world had accepted as impossible.
