Mikaela, kneeling before Saito, bowed her head. The armor, once a symbol of strength, now seemed to weigh a ton. "Greetings to the Primordial of Life," she said, her voice firm but laden with an almost religious reverence.
Kaleb barely registered Mikaela's odd behavior. "Old people and their rituals," he thought dismissively, rushing to help Leonard, who was still unconscious on the horse's back.
While Kaleb carefully removed Leonard from the horse and carried him into the cabin, Mikaela and Saito exchanged words.
"It is an honor to know that the Primordial of Life is still alive," she said, her gaze fixed on the ground.
"Oh, hoo, it seems you are wiser than everyone else I meet out there." Saito's voice was soft, almost a whisper, but carried an undeniable weight. "But tell me, girl, what leads you to believe I am a Primordial?"