"I wonder what it feels like to 'age,' and when that day comes, whether Ossen will still confidently say 'Death is nothing special.'"
Musing to himself, Momon felt drowsiness surging over him, and he prepared to take a nap.
"Probably not, after all, you've never seen a fellow human die, let alone experienced what it's like to age. Once you truly witness it, you'll know fear."
"Who's there!"
The sleepiness vanished in an instant. Momon hadn't expected to encounter an unknown being twice in just half a day.
Moreover, it seemed that this second visitor wasn't merely passing by but had come specifically for him.
He grasped the short copper sword he always kept by his side. Although it was probably useless against the newcomer, it offered Momon a bit of psychological comfort at least.
His gaze was sharp as he scanned the area, but amidst the flickering firelight, there was nothing out of the ordinary.
"Don't be afraid. As a 'Priest' favored by Prometheus, I won't harm you."
