The Old Man First nodded, his expression unreadable but faintly pleased. "Do not misunderstand," he said, his tone quiet yet profound. "Interest does not mean approval. It means potential—the seed of something that might grow, if nurtured well enough."
Max nodded in understanding. Yet even so, his spirit burned brighter than ever. The Law of Time was within reach, and before him stood the one being who could help him understand what he had long been chasing—the truth behind the flow of moments and the very essence of eternity itself.
"However," Old Man First said after a long silence, his voice carrying the calm weight of ages, "even though you have piqued my interest, you are not the best candidate to comprehend the concept of time." His tone, though steady, carried a trace of melancholy, as if he regretted what he was about to say.
