While he sat there, he contemplated his dream and the implications it carried, and what they said about himself.
If his fading memories of the dream were right, he had been something like Tier 1000, and impossibly strong. But despite all that power, he had still been cornered and captured like a mundane human, in the end.
He interpreted the dream as his brain trying to reconcile the danger of Minkalla and the realization that eventually, the emperor and other high Tier people like Luna wouldn’t be able to protect him. Soon, he would be in danger everywhere he went, every waking moment.
Minkalla was the first time since he had gotten a manager that his life was in immediate danger, and there was no one who could pull him out of the fire if it got too hot.
The idea of death had never bee
