"Why bring up something that even the myths fail to mention anymore? Those with The Immortal's Intent are not born into this world anymore," the old man lamented.
"I will be the first in ten million years," the well-dressed youth proclaimed.
"I wish you luck," the old man scoffed at his bravado.
"You'll see," the youngster proclaimed before taking his seat.
Xasha watched everything unfold while in deep thought. He'd been replaying this part of the memory in his over and over. The old man didn't explicitly explain what the intent was in any of the other memory fragments. However, after processing all he had to say on the topic, Xasha made certain conclusions.
