Tharion was a man seasoned by years of surviving in a world steeped in schemes and complexities. Naturally, he could grasp the subtle implication hidden in Dusk's words.
The moment he realized it, his breathing grew heavier. Despite being an old man, a surge of youthful fervor stirred within him once more—an urge to charge into the world head-on again.
"Young brother, are you saying that someday… we might reach the heights of those godlike beings?" he asked, his eyes burning with intensity as he stared directly at Dusk.
Being stared at so intently by an old man with such a strange gaze made Dusk feel a little uncomfortable.
However, he didn't show any displeasure. After all, it was just a minor discomfort, nothing worth mentioning. Tharion's value far outweighed such trivialities.
"You're not wrong," Dusk said honestly, "but that's just in theory. Reaching that level is unimaginably difficult. Even I have no idea how to do it."
