The Age of Mortals III

"Yes."

Freya slowly sat back down in her chair, her hands gripping her knees uneasily. After a long while, she finally asked in a low voice, "Then what are we supposed to do? What can we use to fight the Twilight Dragon? This time, the Golden Kin are no longer at our side, and even the Silver People have withdrawn from the world. There are no longer heroes like the Azure Knights to lead us. We are empty-handed, and we're even caught up in fighting among ourselves. When twilight descends, will we still have a chance?"

Milos did not answer. A spark burst from the bright flames in the fireplace with a sharp pop.

Time trickled away like sand in an hourglass. A dull, monotonous hum quietly echoed through the space.

"As for the road ahead, the future is shrouded in mist for both you and me. It isn't only me—even a sage like Crystal wouldn't dare claim to know every secret in the universe."

"Not even the Gods?"

"Even Mother cannot know everything."

Freya opened her mouth, but no words came out.

"But as long as you still hold your own fate in your hands, there will still be a chance. The Black Iron Generation must firmly seize control of its own destiny. This is the final blessing Mother has bestowed upon you."

"This is the Age of Mortals. Neither the Gods nor the Twilight Dragon can interfere by force. Whether the future is good or bad, it will all be decided by you—"

"Is this why you chose us to come here, Lord Milos?" The knight girl drew a light breath, finally understanding the purpose of Father of Frost Giants. In an age like this, no matter the reason, there was no longer any need for an awakened