The illusory figure of Lablas visibly paused upon hearing the words "Space Truth." A flicker of curiosity and a faint light seemed to flash in his eyes, like catching sight of a strange spark in the endless darkness.
But that light only flickered for a moment before being swallowed up by deeper darkness, swiftly extinguished and obliterated. He shook his head slowly yet resolutely, his voice carrying an almost cruel calm:
"No!"
"It's useless."
His gaze refocused on Gulwige, with a scrutinizing and questioning look: "Gulwige, compared to your mentor, Argit, how do you fare in your space talent?"
Gulwige was silent for a moment, then openly admitted, with deep admiration for his mentor and a clear understanding of himself: "My mentor Argit, his talent and achievements in Space are among the best in the history of the Wizard World. He is the Wizard closest to 'Absolute Truth'. I... naturally am not as good."
"That's it then."
