Eli's mouth fell open slightly.
He came across as someone whom nothing could shock. The golden light in his eyes seemed like they had witnessed the end of the world and survived the crushing weight of that knowledge.
However, right now, he was staring at Northern in stunned disbelief, his eyes wide, blinking repeatedly.
"I'm sorry, Sage Rian, do you know what a Tyrant is... an Origin... Origin most especially? These are not just common terminologies."
Northern looked at him with barely suppressed annoyance.
"I am well aware of what I'm talking about."
Eli scratched his head, chuckling dryly. He turned away for a moment and spun back, as if he'd lost his sense of direction.
"Shit. We're done for? What Origin exactly? Which Tyrant exactly?"
Northern stared at him with a slightly conflicted expression. He hesitated.
"The Origin of Chaos... as for the Tyrant... I think he relates to Blood and Madness. I'm not sure... this is merely my own speculation."
