In the midst of thoughts and perfect agony, Aaron managed to open his eyes. He had been sitting in the same spot for a long time, following the teachings of the person in front of him.
Neither gods, nor goddesses, nor sacred animals, nor Aaron himself knew who this person was. Even Apollo, who had been observing Aaron, was surprised by what he heard.
"Finally, you've come to your senses. Take a seat and rest a bit," said the person in front of him. He was indeed a man, incredibly handsome.
"And who are you?" Aaron asked, his eyes still blurry. He was extremely exhausted, and both his face and body lacked energy.
"I'm pleased to meet you. My name is Diokles, an ancient hero. I've been waiting for your arrival for billions of years, ever since the creation of this world," he said.
"An ancient hero? You were waiting for me?" Aaron inquired.
