The sage replied as if empathizing with him. "It is unfortunate. Fate works in mysterious ways. It seems you were not fated to defend the plane during the era of conquest. It seems you were fated to serve another purpose and be replaced after you have served your purpose."
"Fate is very fickle. All in all, the child of the plane is irrelevant to the survival of the plane during the era of conquest. The plane is strong enough to thrive without the child of the plane. It is a good thing too. The lives of so many should not rely on the one. That is just too much responsibility for a single person to bear. Don't you think so?" The sage asked him.
"Oh. I see." That is all he could say.
