"This…" Lok's lips trembled as he processed my words, his gaze searching mine for a sign that I was merely mocking him. "Is he… is the god who told you this the same one you accepted your first blessing from?"
I nodded firmly. "He is. He told me the tragic tale of your race, but he was light on the details of the 'how.' He didn't specify exactly how a human like me is supposed to intervene. So, I'm asking you directly, Lok: how can I help?"
Lok sat back, a heavy silence stretching between us. He looked at me with a mixture of disbelief and pity. After a long moment of contemplation, he let out a jagged breath and gave a response that was as useless as it was predictable.
"Well… I am deeply appreciative of your kind gesture, truly. But it is impossible. Someone like you, at your current stage… You simply cannot help."
