Humanity Will Never Know Peace Again

"Hades..." In the grand administrative hall, Zhang Beihai knelt on one knee below as he delivered his report. He-El sat upright on the Emperor's throne, his fingers resting on the armrest and lightly rubbing against it as he pondered. He-El had in fact guessed Wade's goal in obtaining the magic of the Olympian system. The target had been far too obvious; he had even suspected that someone was deliberately laying a false trail.