"Paragon," Kent muttered, looking at the cube floating where the man with the white hair had stood just a few seconds ago. He expected a name, but he only got something akin to a title, or perhaps a symbol.
"Makes me wonder why lately I have been getting weird names," Kent smirked. "First, it was Chaos, then there was Faceless, and now, a Paragon who, from the look of this, is very terrifying."
"My life is funny," Kent laughed, and he touched the cube. He examined it for a few minutes...
"...though he is a nice dude. A little easy on the eyes, but he is a nice guy." He smirked yet again and then decided to ponder what Paragon said.
"First, I will be cultivating something akin to a universe inside my soul. Only that everything inside this universe is a weapon. The planets, the moons, stars, asteroids, galaxies, and so forth.
