'Famir? Mavenna? Those two kids started this tower?' Ning felt a sense of pride when he realized what they had succeeded in doing.
Ning was a little hesitant asking about their life when he got to Vilmore again, so the most he had asked was how long they had lived, which the system had told him were 359 and 455 years for the brother and sister respectively.
Learning that they had lived so long, he had simply assumed that they had lived a good life. But, to learn that they actually started an organization that would go on to become the towering figure they were today.
Thinking about all of this, Ning couldn't help but feel… angry.
'These damn fuckers are trying to ruin what those siblings created, using it to further themselves when it was supposed to help the others,' Ning thought.
