Chapter 750: The Future of Fire

As the world verged on its end, causality also began to spiral into disarray. It wasn't the last Doomsday Preacher who kept his clarity that came in front of Duncan, instead, in Duncan's field of vision, "appeared" a Doomsday Preacher who ultimately retained his lucidity.

But for both parties involved, which was the cause and which was the effect seemed unimportant.

"What is your name?" Duncan asked the white-robed old man before him, suddenly curious.

Faced with such a simple question, the traveler in the worn white robe furrowed his brows deeply. He thought for a while before shaking his head lightly, "I can't quite remember, the last time I used a 'name' seems to have been a long time ago... But if you wish, you may call me Kreit."

"Kreit?" Duncan frowned, "That's the name of your people."

"Oh, right, no wonder it's so familiar," the old man revealed a sudden understanding, a hint of a smile appearing on his face, "That's good, then please call me that. I like this name."