Vivian leaned forward, his eyes bright.
"What was his name, Sir Robwin?"
He asked, unable to hide the hope in his voice.
But the answer hit him like a small stone.
"There isn't any mention of his name," Robwin said with a tired sigh.
"After I learned about him, I searched everywhere. I wanted to know who he really was."
"But every book, every scroll… they all stopped at the same line. Not one of them wrote his name."
Vivian let out a long breath.
The story of that man had moved him deeply.
Someone who gave up everything for the world… someone who stood alone when no one else did.
"A true god," he muttered under his breath.
"That man was a true god."
The words hung quietly in the air.
The silence that followed stretched slowly.
It wasn't uncomfortable, just heavy and full, like the world itself was thinking about the man they had just spoken of.
