The elder took a sip of fine wine, cleared his throat, and continued speaking.
In the dim underground, only his voice echoed slowly. The demon hunters stood like statues, sometimes the peripheral vision of 042 could pierce the shadows, and beneath those hoods were pairs of tightly closed eyes.
"I put these anomalies aside, and later on, I re-planned the history of the Evangelical Church... no, to be precise, the history of humans and demons. Listen carefully, 042, such history lessons are rare."
The elder called 042, pulling back his wandering gaze.
"Under my classification, the history of humans and demons can be roughly divided into four eras— the Dark Era, the Silver Era, and the Golden Era.
Are there things you don't understand? Actually, it's okay to understand it like this."
Seeing the somewhat bewildered expression of 042, the elder continued.
