Kyle sat on the edge of his bed, his hands resting on his knees as he stared at the faint shimmer of the system's screen.
The cold words that had just been spoken to him still lingered in the air, and for a long while, he said nothing.
Finally, he whispered, his tone low but unwavering.
"I promise you. If you have carried me this far, then I will make sure your end is noble. You won't be a tool of tyranny anymore. You won't harm civilizations again. I'll see to it."
He said.
For the first time, the system seemed to hesitate before its text shimmered back.
[Then I entrust this to you, Kyle Armstrong.]
The screen flickered before fading out, closing its window completely. Yet the connection remained.
Kyle could feel it like an invisible thread, humming faintly in the depths of his mind. The divine system had not cut him off.
Instead, it was still whispering, still feeding him streams of information from the greater whole.
