Wrock found the taste of the snacks provided by the Flinnder Estate to be rather lackluster. Their flavors were dull, matching the monochrome coloring of the Abyss. The only thing he found some enjoyment in was the strange gray tea he was served. It held a unique spice that felt like it lit a warm flame within him. This sort of warming drink gave a feeling similar to Spirit, and because of it he appreciated the tea.
Dimitrin set down their cup and pondered the contents of their latest conversation. Eventually they nodded, "You are partially correct. I had indeed had trained you in the mind of setting a decent foundation. However there's one thing you have wrong. I do not have a technique for you to follow. Your foundation does not have some greater technique in mind."
"This is Averoth's opinion we're talking about. The World's Mightiest Warrior? I respect you deeply Dimitrin, you've taught me a lot. However I cannot discredit Averoth's words.", Travis urged.
