The open clearing was quiet except for the soft hum of insects and the occasional flutter of wings.
Sunlight filtered through the wide meadow scattering across the grassy ground where three figures stood, their focus drawn entirely to the young man in front of them.
Gringo's sharp eyes, already brimming with anticipation, narrowed as he leaned forward. His tone carried both amusement and hunger for knowledge.
"Since you do not have a Divine Frame for me to search, how about telling me what you do, young man?"
He asked, voice laced with curiosity. His eyes gleamed like molten copper, reflecting Auren as though the boy were some rare, unclassified creature that had walked straight out of myth.
Auren swallowed, feeling both cornered and challenged under the Gringo's piercing gaze. The air around him felt heavier than usual, as if waiting for his response.
"Well, for a start..." he murmured.
