Walking on the coarse gravel, amidst the silent gray mist.
Lu Li passed by the scattered broken tools and fragments along the way, approaching a shadow obscured by a deep haze.
It was a pale stone statue of a head, standing amidst the desolate gray mist, emitting a faint glow upon Lu Li's arrival.
He felt a sense of being watched from that lifeless statue.
"Lost one, unable to find the answers, you have returned here once more."
The low and heavy murmur spread around the statue.
Lu Li was not surprised that Socrates knew of his arrival. For when they first met, it had foretold that he would return here.
"The truth guided me here."
The lord of the world's crevice did not deny anything, but merely said, "Then, as always, accept my trial, and obtain the truth you seek."
The statue's head gradually faded away, disappearing within the gray mist, leaving behind a note.
[Lost ones in amnesia, they wander in the place of memories, just to seek answers]
