"Ouroboros," a voice deep and cloaked in clear excitement rang, "How have you been?"
The voice was heavy with authority, yet not devoid of emotion. A little different from how Alex remembered it, but there was no doubt to whom it belonged.
'Dark,' he thought, the name ringing in his mind.
Alex felt his imaginary heart skip a beat. He was reliving another of Dark's memories, which meant he could earn another gift from the Ancient.
Boiling excitement rose in him at the thought of what it might be, making him wonder if it would be a new skill, a weapon, or maybe something different, a new quality like the Eyes of the Ancient or the Heart of the Ancient.
He was pulled back to his senses as another voice answered.
"Dark," it said, deep and measured, "I was doing fine until you showed up. And from your excitement, I would be right to assume you are not here for a polite, scholarly chat with me."
