Saron let out a cold snort. "Throughout history, countless geniuses have emerged, each like a brilliant star in the sky. But anyone who has lived in the same era as her has ultimately perished by her hands."
"Remember, every single time!"
My brow creased with concern.
"You're not being a bit dramatic, are you?" I said with some doubt.
Saron gave a cold laugh. "Believe it or not. Every era produces exceptional geniuses who surpass their contemporaries, but all of them have met their end by her hands."
After saying that, Saron crouched down and went on. "But you are fortunate as well. The eras in which she is reborn always turn out to be golden ages."
"Golden ages? What do you mean?" I asked.
Saron explained, "She has been reborn a total of four times, and only twice has she survived to adulthood, both of which were the most flourishing periods in the last ten thousand years."
