"What is it?" Phainon asked. "I thought [Reincarnation] was the answer you wanted."
"No." Anaxa crossed his arms and looked at Phainon before him.
"It's just that this answer came so suddenly, robbing me of the joy of tracing things back to their source."
"And what even is an [Aeon]? A [Path]? It's absolute nonsense..."
Phainon sighed.
"As for those two concepts, I can't give you an accurate explanation either."
"That's enough." Anaxa looked earnestly at Phainon.
"I was merely venting my own helplessness, understand?"
"I expected as much—the [Black Tide] originates from beyond the sky, and this is no exception."
Hearing this, Anaxa couldn't help but chuckle softly.
"Hah, fate truly is wondrous."
"No matter how the details of history change, the Teacher Anaxa I know is always just as biting."
Anaxa said indifferently:
"Hmph... If other Anaxagorases only knew how to prostrate themselves in worship before the gods, then I would surely find a way to cross the reincarnation and strangle them in their cradles—"
"Too bad only you have that ability now."
Phainon asked, "Does that mean you're willing to help?"
"Of course." Anaxa hesitated almost not at all.
"The Core Flame was originally born to save the world; in my view, the noble Titans surely have no reason to refuse..."
"Besides, by your account, before setting foot upon this endless reincarnation... you were my pupil, after all."
"Mm." Phainon nodded gently. "The same words... I've heard upwards of a hundred times."
In this reincarnation, Phainon was still trying to collect the Core Flames.
He always felt that being able to persuade the other party was best.
Candor was something he had always practiced.
"Careful, someone is watching us." Anaxa glanced toward the top of the giant tree at the side.
Phainon looked over there as well,