Chapter 597 A Blob in Space
Seven hours later.
“Now there’s something you don’t see every day,” John mused. He was in CENTCOM, watching his emperor and empress float in the emptiness of space, a brilliant halo surrounding them on the viewscreen as the Henry’s Eyes monitors included in the sensor rings detected all the mana flowing toward Aron.
It still lacked a little in terms of fidelity and resolution, so it showed up on the screen as an enormous blob. If the monitoring system had had that level of fidelity and resolution, however, it would have shown something entirely different. Instead of a formless blob that shifted and flowed like an amoeba, reaching tentacles out here and there, it would have shown the intricately detailed runic construct growing out of Aron’s figure like spider silk from a trapdoor spider’s spinnerets.
But even without that level of detail, the staff of the CENTCOM monitoring center could still enjoy the view. And enjoy they did; especially as they knew that the emperor was putting the final touches on the defensive net that surrounded “their” planet in an impenetrable cocoon of protection. That final layer was what would guarantee their lives in the inevitable future invasions of the Sol system.
That said, the current conversation between the founding members seemed to imply that the emperor had indeed awakened long before any of the Three Percenters had.
And that terrified the others in the monitoring center. They were well aware of the risks a person would run when they knew too much. Thus, a sensor technician softly cleared his throat, reminding the founders that they had an audience and perhaps shouldn’t be speaking on the subject so openly.
Not that any of those in the room would exactly go blabbing the secret to any who would listen. Even if they hadn’t been loyal to the empire at large, and the emperor specifically, it was still a question as to who would believe them if they did talk. “Everybody” knew that the Three Percenters had all received their blessings within a specific period of time, after all, and furthermore, nobody had since. And if anyone had been blessed before the awakening event, surely they would have been noticed by at least one person!
But none of that was the case, so to the public at large, Aron was just a normal, albeit very intelligent, man who had just the right power in just the right place at just the right time to accomplish everything he’d achieved so far.
And since that most prolific expert—“Everyone”—knew that Aron was just a normal person, some among the blessed who deemed themselves superior to the unblessed masses also saw themselves as superior to the emperor himself. They were vocal advocates for the empire to be led by a blessed individual, all the while completely unaware that it actually was.
But since they only left their thoughts online, or during peaceful rallies on other issues, they were mostly left alone by the imperial government. Or so they thought, anyway; the akashic librarians assigned to each of them had already increased their monitoring level in case there were to come a day when the empire had to make a move on them.