"Rattle rattle rattle." Saen stroked his bald skull, producing a series of rattling noises as if he were reminiscing, yet his tone carried a hint of confusion and puzzlement.
"I am Saen, the mighty Saen, a comrade of chief Loki in battle—well, at least I was while I was alive. You guessed correctly, I did participate in the Godslaying War and indeed, I died under Danacus's strike." Shiela looked at Saen in surprise and eventually translated for him, "I was initially astonished that you understood that war, or rather that period of history, so clearly. According to what I've heard from some Undead of the Third Epoch, since the Third Epoch, the past of the Triclops has long been buried in history. Of course, after giving it some thought, I could understand it. However, you seem to be angry. Why are you angry?"
