Ty's eyes widened, his confusion boiling into anger. "Surprised? What does that even mean? Wouldn't you just die if I did?"
The old man shook his head slowly, a faint, almost sorrowful smile tugging at his lips. "You have died. Or, rather, the vessel—my prison—has died many, many times. The lock is passed down to the next generation."
Ty frowned, trying to make sense of it. "Are you talking about my lock? Isn't that what the other creature inside me is about?"
"No," the old man replied, his voice calm but edged with gravity. "His soul was passed down generations ago, long before you, earthling. He is indeed the source of your power, awakened in you after Erebos acted. Like myself, he lay dormant until triggered. After the war, this was the only way to ensure a future."
Ty's brow furrowed, frustration bubbling within him. "A future? What future? Why are you telling me this now? What about the visions, the dreams I've been having?"
