Amun stood at the edge of the endless ocean, his hands resting behind his back as he gazed across the still surface. He did not explain further but I heard regret in his tone.
I watched him in silence for several seconds, weighing the questions forming within me. Every answer he had given so far had only deepened the mystery rather than resolving it, but that did not stop the need to understand. If anything, it made the need stronger.
"Did I become the Executor," I asked finally, "or was I always meant to be one?"
Amun did not turn immediately. He remained facing the ocean, his posture relaxed, as though the question did not surprise him.
"No one is meant to be an Executor," he said. "You become one."
He turned his head slightly, just enough for me to see the faint smile on his face.
"The only advantage you ever had was your lineage. I have always chosen candidates from the old lineages. Those whose blood still carries memory of what came before. That is all."
