Iver gazed at Oligan and spoke in a hoarse, low voice that seemed to come from the abyss: "I returned from the future, Oligan. From the future after we had all died."
" The future..."
Oligan murmured, "Like when you foresaw the future earlier, sir?"
Clearly, as Hellerchein's most trusted adjutant and the strongest warrior among his followers, Oligan had already known that Hellerchein possessed the ability to see the future.
As a warrior of the Path of Strength, Oligan clearly was not very good with his head. It was not that he lacked intelligence; rather, his overly pure heart made him unaccustomed to seeking the truth.
He was simply silent, calm, and loyal.
Day after day, he swung his weapons and tempered his body. Beyond that, he did nothing else. Hellerchein said something, and he did it; he praised Hellerchein's righteous deeds and admired his morality and spirit, but never intended to criticize Hellerchein's actions—he merely had to listen, then act.
Only with such single-minded devotion and sincerity of heart could one reach this realm while still relatively young. That pure warrior's heart had no room for the weakness called curiosity. The Path of Strength was pure; the turbid intent of the Path of Wisdom could not pollute his heart.
—It did not matter whether Hellerchein had become an undead or whether the Hellerchein of the future had returned.
Oligan's instinct, calm and clear as a water mirror, had already told him—the person before him was Hellerchein.
He had never forgotten his original aspiration.
Although Hellerchein had once saved his life... a mere debt for saving his life could at most be repaid with death. It was not enough for him to lay down a warrior's dignity and devote his lifelong loyalty. What had truly made him resolve to