The Guardian continues to stare at the city below, watching the citizens go on with their daily lives. The emotions in his eyes were indecipherable
"Do you believe that there are people that are born to achieve great things in the world?" The Guardian asked casually
"I don't understand, Master" the voice replied and the Guardian turned around. His eyes seems as if they could pierce through space and he was staring at whoever the source of the voice was
"At the very start, I am already a mage with potential better than most people. With my raw talent alone, I could become the Chief of my tribe. I am loved and highly regarded by everyone and with my help, the tribe started to prosper more than ever"
"However, tragedy struck my tribe. A beast tide that we had never encountered before suddenly arrived causing my birth tribe to be annihilated. In that beast tide, it was logical to say that no one should have survived"
