"Sol Vestic, such a weird name, I have never heard anything like it before," Fuhua mused, looking at the sword at her feet and then at Sol again.
"Master Vestic," She lowered her head slightly. "What does that mean?"
"You called this place the Everstorm glades, right?" Sol leaned on the wall and slid to the ground, ignoring her question. "Summarise whatever answer you think of, I might not act it but I am in an urgent situation, my patience is limited.
"Yes," She acknowledged his request and then slowly sat on the ground daintily covering herself and resting her hands in her lap.
"The Everstorm Glade, is not an actual glade, we are... we were, a small world with only a few million people."
"Your clan had over a million people?" Sol raised a brow teying to ge some perspective of what that meant. "Isn't that a lot?"
