Laine looked at the old man beside him. On his stone carvings, the proud attitude of the son of the Sea God and the bronze column hanging in the West Heaven were clearly visible. Even gradually, the stone slab itself seemed to have undergone some miraculous changes.
"The flood is still nine days away, and your life has only ten days left. In these last days, is there anything you would like to do?"
The elder was already due to die a natural death, and even without the great flood, he actually wouldn't have lived much longer.
"If possible, I'd like to fully document this flood."
With a calm demeanor, Humar looked down sentimentally. As far as the eye could see, there were endless seas, but he knew that hidden underneath the water was his once home.
"A reasonable request," Laine nodded and blessed him, "May you see all there is in the Mortal Realm, and may your records live forever."
