Ethan looked at Ardyn with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. The story she had just shared was shocking, but he needed more details to fully understand the situation. Ardyn's presence brought with it a flood of unanswered questions.
"So, Ardyn, if the gods were locked away two thousand years ago, how is it possible that I found records of your activity a thousand years ago?" Ethan asked, his eyes fixed on hers, trying to discern any hint of deception.
Ardyn sighed, her breath visible in the icy air surrounding her.
"I was lucky," she replied coolly. "A thousand years ago, during a brief period, I managed to communicate with a lesser dimension by mere chance. I was able to send them information and some knowledge. But it was nothing more than a futile attempt. It didn't have the impact I hoped for, and soon I lost that connection. It was like a cry in the dark, a last hope that quickly faded."
