The hermit sat atop a boulder, his weathered, wooden staff leaning against him, and the faint, ethereal glow from the ancient lantern casting a pale light on his figure.
But no matter what, the shadows of his hood could not be penetrated by the light. Even Adam's Sphere of Resonance couldn't sense what the elderly man actually looked like.
He was… mysterious, to say the least.
"What do you wish to know about the Heavenly Demon?" Adam asked, standing a few meters away from him.
"What can you tell me?" The hermit faintly smiled.
Adam couldn't help but scoff as he massaged his forehead. "At least you're aware that I do not trust you," he grumbled under his breath.
Suddenly, he froze. "Did I say that out loud?"
The hermit simply smiled in return.
Adam's lips twitched. "Anyway, the Heavenly Demon's a friend. Rest assured, he won't plunge this realm into chaos or whatever."
"Are you aware of what he's done in the recent past?" The hermit asked in a gentle voice.
