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Its priest was known by some as The Great Eagle (ha-nesher ha-gadol) in recognition of his exceptional exponent.

Being trustworthy with regard to the oral Torah and Jewish laws in general. In addition to being revered by Jewish historians, Maimonides is also a very prominent figure in the history of Islamic and Arabic sciences .

It was where the greatest priests kept those trees and those temples, it was like that, until the stories were no longer told, they disappeared, only the tapestries remained, in addition to the old tales, stories of historians, looters and archaeologists with a thirst for power.

In the midst of the beginning of the dimension of emptiness and without hope or life until the end of the first world war, Hitler tried to conquer the world, came to him, through his spies, the stories of Ashera and her conquests, being to those who if they possessed the power of orbs, then he would have all the power in the universe, ignoring the fact that part of the legend of the evil being, the one who crawls.

Around 1930, between the enterprise the Nazis and Hitler himself organized an enterprise towards the pursuit of power.

The power he sought, according to records, was that there was an ancient sect that brought power, from him, they were looking for the representatives and guardians of the trees of power.

Amid the deaths of each of the Jews, he sought the mark that hid the ancient followers and descendants of the ancient powers that were the sources of power, through torture, he found a family, supposedly, the descendants and guardians of the temples of the trees.

He could never get his hands on the old power, those who held it would rather be tortured and killed than reveal the whereabouts of Ashera's temples and trees.

Germany at that time, a group of followers of the ancient trees were fleeing with the tracks, among them, the son and last descendants of the priests.

Saul Manasseh's family was taken to forces in the midst of the holocaust, his parents held the tree's secret, they preferred to sacrifice themselves to protect the secrets, but they did not come to see that their community suffered from the problem, hunted down and killed.

Meanwhile, around the world.

Saul Manasseh was rescued, he managed to nurture hatred against humanity, against injustices, he tried in every way to find the whereabouts, the marks on his back, the tattoos revealed the reason, in addition to being the map where the whereabouts of these people were hidden. locals, it took years from time to time for him to develop his powers, so that one day he could find them.

He became a wealthy businessman, he grew up in the business world, he became a wealthy archaeologist, a treasure hunter, an archaeologist, researcher and historian, throughout his long life of over 100 years, he studied magic, developed powers and trained them, among them he had several disciples in search of a mediator, someone he could use to be the source of powers and a sacrifice to find a form of power.

Among these various disciples, in which he had the most difficult to train to channel powers, was soon Tsuki Miki Delphos, he endeavored and with much sustenance, in which he had his eye towards the Dark-Dragon career, he taught the boy all he knew about the power of astral forces to be attuned to the strength of the wrist, that skill he saw that he never used.

So much potential, so much power, there was something there, that kept him from using it, he never showed the skill, he never showed the intention to show himself, he would be his decoy, he would use that skill like him so much potential wasted in a fight against costumed crime, throwing punches, with no intention of intensifying training.

Never showing any spark of power, pretending he never had powers, there must be something there, he knew about the intention to accumulate energy, let alone play the sponge that concentrates energy.

So he wanted to bring him to the temple, it was the research and the expedition and the work of a lifetime, he devoted years of his time, after the last student who was Tsuki Miki Delphos, ever since he saw him through the void dimension and without hope or life the last time with one of her associates.

Reality Zero Alpha.

Several years later.

Delphi Mansion...

He didn't have much of his money left, at that time, this would be his last day at the company, it looked like someone embezzled, he knew who did it, he had to investigate and follow the transactions that went to the various accounts he followed. .

It became recurrent, that time, he discovered that his villains' plans always thought to include hurting or attacking him, where it supposedly hurt the most, they related his powers to his finances, he thought seriously about his life, what his teachers taught him, it felt like it revolved around his money, as if everything, like his training, meant nothing.

One attack followed another, at that time, they were caught, injured and cornered, so he thought whoever kidnapped them sent him a message.

He left everyone free to go on with their lives, he needed to think about his own problems, and he only needed, that morning, to get in touch with Amasteus before his kidnapping.

If all went well, he would travel to clarify ideas, meet and stop spinning only on his money, if all went well, he wouldn't be back anytime soon, at least he got in touch with some old contacts, professors he would have a broader thought of his training.

Walking through the mansion, he headed toward his office across the hall, up the stairs.

So he picked up the phone, punched in the number of his godfather and attorney.

- I need to talk to you. - He said.

- Did something happen? – Amasteus questioned him.

- I need to travel, I want you to manage the company while I don't come back. - He said.

He was following the money that he had idea went to several accounts abroad, at that time, he managed to see several accounts of different names, a few days ago, its members

Tsuki was invited to head towards a funding and collaborators party.

In which there was an invitation he received to go to Golden Valley.

That's when he changed, went to his car, driving to a hotel in Golden Valle, at that time, he didn't expect it, after so long, he looked like the same person, he hadn't aged.

It was when he saw that he was an old professor, being greeted by a porter, in which he remembered that the man, an old man with a spiky beard, had an unhealthy obsession with immortality and raising the dead.

He saw him as if he had not seen him for so many years, he had only grown stronger, his hair white and his beard spiky, somehow kissing his forehead like a dimension of emptiness and without hope or life, in which once saw him...

- Why are you here? – Tsuki questioned.