The founder remained silent for a long time.
The sound of the waterfall once again echoed throughout the ancient temple, but this time it no longer carried the same calmness as before. Amidst that heavy silence, only his deep gaze remained fixed on Daniel; a gaze no longer of contempt or superiority, but one that concealed a mixture of curiosity, caution, and a thousand years of calculation.
He had spent years... more precisely, centuries, planning the creation of a vessel.
All those thousands of years ago, when he had failed to attract the attention of the thousand spells, he understood that he lacked the potential to reach the peak of magic and go beyond it.
His other companions, however, were arrogant and prideful, unwilling to accept their limitations, which ultimately led to their death and destruction.
But he? He was different. Unlike the others, instead of trying to break his limitations through ordinary methods, he sought a shortcut.
