Reign of the Spirit Race

She was clearly On the verge of death. It was a miracle that she could even still talk given her current condition.

"I did not think that there was still anyone in this world that remembered our glory."

There other people in the hall did not understand what the Thunder Emperor and the woman were talking about.

"You are right. I am from the Spirit Race."

Her answer watched over the Thunder Emperor's mind like some kind of tonic that was meant to resurrect something from his memories.

He felt as though he was about to remember something very important to who he was.

He wanted to remember. He had to remembered and yet he could not. He could feel the memory clawing its way to him from just below his conscious but he could not grasp it.

He wanted to but there was nothing he could do.