Chapter 84 Crumbling World

The old man's gaze lingered on Nate, his ancient eyes filled with something that Nate couldn't quite decipher—regret, sadness, or perhaps something else entirely. His voice was steady but carried the weight of centuries as he spoke again.

"Your father survived the exile," the old man said. "He escaped the humans' trap… but he was just a child. Alone, afraid, and hunted."

Nate's brows furrowed, his mind struggling to piece it all together. His father? A Koryathan? He had grown up believing he was nothing more than an orphan, a regular kid with no history, no lineage worth mentioning. But now, this stranger was telling him that he came from an ancient civilization lost to time.

The old man continued. "I found him. He was barely breathing, hiding in the ruins of what was left after the humans took back their world. I couldn't leave him. I wouldn't leave him." His voice softened, his gaze distant, as if remembering that moment vividly.