As the stranger reached this part of his story, Ethan couldn't hold back any longer.
"You're from the ΩA001 Universe? And here to pick up this generation of Earth's humans?"
The man shook his head.
"I said I came here for help. But… I've been asleep for too long. It might already be too late." He glanced at the sleek, high-tech watch strapped to his wrist. "Converted to Earth's time, I left the ΩA001 Universe about six thousand years ago. According to the records preserved back home, your generation should still have been in the Mythic Age when I departed. I came to seek their aid… but after all this time, I suspect the ΩA001 Universe no longer exists."
His eyes dimmed as he said it, as though the weight of that failure had just settled onto his shoulders.
"You mean the myths we have on Earth—those gods who could soar through the skies, tunnel into the ground, or ascend to immortality after endless trials—those were all real?" Ethan was stunned.
