"A thousand years..."
Basil Jaak kept hearing the phrase "a thousand years" repeated multiple times. He cast a few more glances at the old man, and immediately felt that the elder carried a profound sense of desolation and ancient history.
This was a powerful individual—no, an extraordinarily powerful one! Basil Jaak stared intently at the old man, surprised and awestruck in his heart.
"Exactly. What you see before you is merely the last faint trace of my soul power. Even so, this remnant won't endure for much longer—it will soon dissipate entirely... No, the power of my 'mind' has already scattered, leaving only this last fragment of soul."
In the face of imminent death, the elder surprisingly smiled faintly, showing not a shred of fear. This left Basil extremely impressed.
"Young man, perhaps the youths of our era have already forgotten my name, but you must remember it."
"Huh?"
