Another golden flash of light bloomed and a confused golden giant appeared, it was the so-called godchild, and the eyes of Staff looking at this golden giant twinkled.
The godchild looked at the white-haired girl, his confusion heightening as he felt a faint sense of connection between them,
"Do I know you?" he asked hesitantly,
"No," Staff smiled sadly, "but I know you… you are the blade of my father, but now you must return to him so that he can awaken."
Staff made an arcane gesture, and the space before them rippled and parted, and within was a white-haired man, who even in death still stands, and missing from his right hand was his sword.
"If you can win, then you shall be my brother. If he wins, I shall have my father."
"Whatever needs to happen, needs to happen fast…" Andar pointed out, his calm gaze focused on the horizon, "I believe our opponent is that thing arising over there."
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