Kyle chuckled softly as he leaned against the wooden pillar of the elder's humble home, eyes drifting over the cracked floorboards and worn furniture.
"You speak as though I'm some long-lost god. But let me be clear—while I may not be what I once was, I do have enough strength left to break the divine curse strangling your people."
He said with amusement.
The elder looked up, hope flickering across his aged features, but Kyle raised a hand before he could speak.
"Don't misunderstand. I don't make promises lightly. But… I didn't come all this way to turn my back on the rot choking this place."
"I understand. Even the faintest flame is precious in the darkness."
The elf elder said quietly.
"But, I think you're wrong about what you saw when you were younger. Whatever you glimpsed—it might've been something else entirely. I'm not from here. I was born into this world, yes… but I have memories. Memories of another place. Another existence entirely."
