'What is he doing?'
The thought had barely formed when the man suddenly turned, a wide grin spreading across his face.
"Haha, my young protégé… you're finally awake."
'You can hear my thoughts?'
Zephyrion's eyes narrowed slightly. He didn't like the sound of that.
"Oh no, no—just surface thoughts. Anything deeper is off-limits."
'…are you sure?'
Zephyrion relaxed when no response followed. That last thought had been internal. If the man had answered, then it would have confirmed the lie.
"Damn, my young protégé, the world's really changed! Everything's so clean, so orderly! And there's even a relic that pours water when you turn a knob!"
Zephyrion frowned. Was he referring to a shower? It wasn't that surprising. Demorian had lived in an era after the fall of the elemental gods, when the world had been plunged into chaos.
Technology had regressed drastically, and much of what existed now simply hadn't back then.
Even so, Zephyrion fixed him with a narrowed look.
