The old man sighed, "Why did you come here, Gajara?"
"I go by the name Laila now." The petite girl said, looking detached, the gaze she looked at with the other party was one of numbness.
"Fine, Laila." The old man acquiesced, "Why are you here?"
Laila gazed towards her right, watching the massive fiery dome that extended from the ground, spanning an area that went beyond the range of her vision. Situated within the burning dome was a sprawling metropolis, the strongest base of humanity, otherwise known as Dawn City.
"Protect me while I make a breakthrough," Laila gazed at the old man, glaring halfway, "As humanity's strongest Ancestor, can't you do it?"
"What are you planning that you need me to protect you? Is it that dangerous?" The old man cleaned the splotches of tea on the table as he spoke. He didn't seem fussed about her matter, looking more intent to clean the table of the spilled tea.
