"Hey, hey. Where are you going?"
A familiar voice echoed in Theron's ears, causing him to stop. He frowned, not having expected the Patriarch to contact him.
"I'm a Water Mancer, this isn't for me."
Theron had no idea how to communicate via this method, so he could only cover his mouth and speak in a whisper.
The voice laughed. "There's no need to worry. No one can hear what you say. There's a filter of distortion over what happens in this realm. While they're observing, important details are impossible to make out."
"Except for you."
"Well, maybe. But even if I told you that wasn't the case, you wouldn't believe me."
Theron didn't reply. Was that a joke? Why would he trust this man?
No one just handed out Beast Cores like the Black Limbo Tortoise for free. That thing was worth far more than the mission he had completed.
