Chapter 390.2
After Adrit conveyed Eugene’s proposal, Mara dismissed him with a pensive remark, his gaze sweeping over the elderly figures scattered throughout the dim cavern. Some were seated, others reclined, and a few lounged comfortably. Though he heard Adrit’s words, the pretense of ignorance and muttered complaints from some grated on Mara’s nerves.
“Hey,” Mara called out, prompting a response after a brief pause.
“If I were to break my seal, would it shatter the magic that binds this place?” Mara queried, cutting to the heart of the matter.
“Without a doubt,” affirmed the elder.
“Humans can ascend to the pinnacle of knowledge and technology within a mere fraction of your lifespan. What significance does a century hold for beings like you? If you’ve safeguarded magic for so long, shouldn’t mastery be within your grasp by now?” Mara pressed, his tone edged with frustration.
An elderly figure, previously reclined, now sat up indignantly. “Are you implying that we are foolish?”
“That’s not what I meant. Just listen to me until the end! If you treat young people with that attitude, they’ll turn away and curse you.”
With a grunt of displeasure, the old man fell silent, unwilling to be diminished by his descendants’ rebuke.
“If the seal is broken, would the magic die?” Mara continued, his tone probing.