Mythran's Master Of All

Lara struggled against her own character's nature to answer questions as a Sage. She could normally do that without any trouble and could even give an evasive answer; but, whatever the Amulet of Truth the man wore was imbued with, it made her feel really bad for refusing to answer. Her skin also felt like it was covered with bugs and creepy crawly things, and she resisted the urge to scratch at her skin.

“Wh-why do you want to know?” Lara asked and tried to hold herself still.

“I've read all of his books, even the stupid children's one, and it doesn't take a genius to see he's died several times already.” Glastor said. “I've seen his name at the top of the leader boards for a while now, and nearly every time it appears, it's a higher total.”

“But...”

“I've travelled a long way on foot to get here, Sage of Ages.” Glastor said. “It's taken me a long time to do it, too.”

That explains the World Walker title. Lara thought.

“I've made a name for myself by hunting down those that are worthy, so I've come to make an even bigger name for myself by defeating a five-time top leader board holder.”

“I don't see... how you can do that...” Lara took a quick breath. “Logout.”