The temperature in the room slowly climbed as the imprisoned Progenitor took his first breath. His eyes flickered open, peeling open tiredly as if he was still exhausted despite his century long slumber.
He spoke softly, his voice barely a whisper and having a dehydrated rasp to it. Although his words were not of a language Seth recognised, a translucent screen appeared in front of his eyes and the translation appeared onto its surface.
{What year is it?}
Seth opened his mouth to answer, but he was beaten to the punch by the one person he would have never expected. Angel's voice resounded in his mind, answering the giants question.
[The Year is 79034 by the Druth'maka system. By our estimation sir, you have been resting on this planet for over 1 million solar revolutions, which is what the local species call a year.]
{That long... I see that the soul weaver has finally arrived.}
