"Could it be that the history you're acquainted with has gaps, where records of time failed to endure and were lost to the void?" Ba Jogos seemed to have touched upon a latent truth.
Lana Mokos gave a subtle nod in affirmation.
From the side, Ethan chimed in, "Sir, from the knowledge I've gathered, many powerful kingdoms once graced our past. Yet, they perished one after the other, for myriad reasons, leaving not even written records in their wake."
"What we understand of our history now," he continued, "is pieced together from the remnants of forsaken relics."
As Ethan spoke, Ba Jogos lapsed into a profound silence.
His withered fingers delicately drummed upon the armrest of his throne, crafted from the skeletal remains of massive beasts.
Drawing a deep, heavy sigh, he murmured, "It seems the world has undergone some dire transformation."
Subsequently, Ba Jogos began to recount the origins of time.
