Royeger's expression turned gray.
"That was an incomparably glorious era, when humanity reached the limits they envisioned; they once thought they had defeated the Black Fog until the arrival of the Great Catastrophe."
"I can't explain the information about that catastrophe, but you will learn afterward."
Unexplainably, Rod sensed Royeger's presence growing faint, an urgent feeling surged in his heart: "Are you going to disappear? How will I know afterward? You've always called me Master, why?"
Royeger's gray expression had a hint of a smile: "Don't worry, Master, the power possessed by the Dream Realm is unimaginable; it's just that it triggers a huge source feedback, which is why I haven't dared to easily restore you."
Rod was taken aback, and suddenly a memory surged in his mind: "I once saw a false Human Demon Tomb, was it you?"
