A low, deep, ancient, yet familiar voice echoed.
"Ah, how many years has it been, finally someone has come here, wonderful, wonderful, my mission is about to end, these millions of years of suffering are about to end."
Rod widened his eyes, remembering clearly that this voice belonged to Giant King Omir.
"Is it you? Giant King Omir!"
"You know my name? The defeat of the Dawn God War didn't obliterate everything? The fall of the Giant Royal Court didn't erase the name of giants? Do humans still exist now? Have you found anything to counter the Black Fog?"
At this moment, Rod's heart was filled with countless words, he had countless things to say and countless questions to ask, but when the words gathered at his mouth, they couldn't come out.
"Ah, I sense a very ancient aura from you, but, but you are not him, does that mean we still failed? Yanosadag and the others didn't succeed?"
