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"Bedivere has always been very alert. The last time I approached the manor gate, he had already conjured his energy to intimidate me."
Gaharad chuckled, seemingly making casual conversation.
"Those who have lived a while tend to develop such habits, and Bedivere is no exception."
Green's gaze was unfocused, as the darkness seemed to have no effect on him, and he saw right through the manor hidden in the woods.
"Not a thing has changed."
"This place is exactly as I remember it."
Green casually pointed to a winding cobblestone path inside the manor, "I still remember, over 100 years ago when I lived in the manor, that this path was my favorite to walk along."
"The uneven stones pressing against the soles of my feet..."
Green looked like an ordinary, elderly man, moved by the scene, reminiscing about his youthful glories.
But that was just the surface.
As long as he was alive and breathing, he was a fearsome Fourth Tier Transcendent.