The Old Man lifted his gourd and took a swig, his voice heavy. "Now that this thing has seen the light of day, your peaceful days are officially over."
Serena glanced down at the box, then looked back up at him. "Old Man, do you know what's inside?"
He didn't answer.
Walking over to the stone stool, he sat down and took another gulp of alcohol. "Tell me. What exactly did you run into on that private island?"
Serena hid nothing. She gave him a full account of her recent encounters with the Obsidian Sun and everything that had transpired on the island.
The Old Man listened, tossing back drink after drink.
When she finished, a heavy silence lingered. "Old Man," she finally asked. "Did Grandma Aria have a history with the Obsidian Sun?"
The Old Man remained silent.
Serena pressed further. "Was her death connected to them?"
The Old Man's expression darkened.
He stayed quiet for a long time.
The mountain breeze swept through the Ancient Oak, its leaves rustling softly.
After an eternity, he set his gourd aside and looked at her. "Us old fossils... none of us ever wanted you to have anything to do with the Obsidian Sun."
His gaze grew sorrowful. "Aria never wanted you to open that box either."
"But she also knew this day was inevitable."
"She dreaded the day you would open it, yet she hoped you would do it sooner rather than later."
"Because what's inside... holds the entire future of Elyndor."
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