The surroundings trembled as if the castle itself reacted to the man's words. The flames on the candles flickered violently, shadows wavering on the walls, while Lian kept his gaze fixed on the mysterious figure before him.
"I will tell you everything," the man repeated, his voice echoing in the heavy air of the chamber.
Lian did not relax. He knew he couldn't trust someone who claimed to have been a wielder of Oblivion. But at the same time, he couldn't ignore the truth in his words. Ever since he wielded the sword, he had felt the weight of something far greater than himself. Something alive. Something hungry.
"Start by telling me your name," Lian demanded, his eyes shining with determination.
The man smiled slightly.
"I have had many names," he said, resting his elbows on the stone table. "But the one you would recognize… is Kael."
The name meant nothing to Lian. He frowned.
"Kael?"
The man, Kael, nodded slowly.
