Gabriel wanted to ask more questions.
Several thoughts already moved through his head, and each one felt important enough to press further. The Demonic Sect, the spike, the sealed god, and the possibility that his future memories were becoming unreliable all carried dangers he could not ignore.
Before he could speak again, the projection suddenly flickered.
The old alchemist's figure distorted once, and the light forming his body weakened sharply. His expression changed immediately, irritation flashing across his face as the recording became unstable.
"Tch... the remaining energy is running out," he muttered.
Gabriel's eyes narrowed. "Wait."
"If you survive long enough, junior, you will eventually understand something," the alchemist said quietly. "Strength alone does not decide who reaches the end."
The light around him cracked apart.
