"The Prince's birthday?" Karyk mumbled under his breath, his expression filled with confusion.
The uncertainty lingered in his mind. He was unsure if he had truly traveled back in time or if it was merely an illusion held within the pages of the Book.
Would his actions in this moment have the power to alter the course of the future, or was he merely a passive observer?
Amidst the uncertainty, one thing remained clear to him. He found himself in an era of civilization. Whether real or illusory, the significance of this moment could not be undermined.
It held the key to unraveling the secrets behind the secrets that the Archangels sought, as well as the key that they called him.
"Are you listening, brat?" The sharp voice came again.
Karyk raised his head. He did not know what he was supposed to be doing here. What was his identity? If it was just an illusion, then how was the old man talking to him?
