Every word spoken by the old man filled me with questions that could fill up an ocean. I did not want to think about the fact that our language had not changed for thousands of years, but that was not so strange when you consider that Sovereigns may not even die of old age, and so they would preserve traditions across the ages.
He said I had the appearance of a demigod, and I could guess what that meant, but I needed more information. What was the chained? The fallen gods? And was my speculation that all of this was tied to System wrong?
I calmed my mind and followed the man made out of stone down the mountain. I had already placed down a Temporal Anchor, and so I was not scared of lacking information in the future, not when I could return again and again to this moment and understand everything that I had missed.
