"old man, I am only going to ask this once, and I want a direct response from you. How, did my infernal mana finds its way into your hands".
His eagerness to understand why Shakir's flame is a fitting match to his had made him forget the language barrier separating them, and no matter how many times he asks, he will never get a clear response from Shakir.
"answer me human. Why do you have the same flame that I do?..."
He pestered Shakir again this time louder and shaking his body aggressively, wanting a response from him.
"i repeat!!!!"
[Master...].
Orun had to stop his assault on Shakir after hearing the sudden voice he had been waiting to hear since his awakening.
'O.... Oracle, is that you...'
[yes it is master].
He felt his mind at peace listening to the word of confirmation from Oracle. It was safe and had only temporarily left him. This made Orun from the bottom of his heart, deeply happy.
