Falan loved pursuing the unknown, but he had always drawn a line for himself.
He had never believed that the pursuit of knowledge justified abandoning one's humanity. Since leaving Telashir, that conviction had only grown stronger.
Falan even felt that his willingness to turn away from knowledge rooted in evil made him stronger than the man he had been when he wanted to learn everything.
Hill had taught him that: choose the path you wanted, then follow it without hesitation. Even if another path offered more beautiful sights, do not regret your choice.
Never let the pursuit of knowledge become greed you could no longer control.
He glanced at his grandson, who was watching him with concern, and smiled faintly. "Don't worry about me.
"I understand now that knowledge is endless. There's no need to hold all of it in my hands. I chose not to learn Demon Script back then, and I'll choose not to learn Undead Script now.
"Both can corrupt the soul. No matter how strong my will is, I can't remain completely unaffected... I won't entrust my soul to the Gods, so how could I risk it like that?"
Hill had shown him that he could grow this powerful without choosing the law of destruction. Falan had no intention of embracing evil... He refused to believe that avoiding evil spells would leave him with nothing new to learn.
The Multiverse was endless. Even if he studied until the end of his life, he would never learn every truth.
Even Gods devoted to knowledge probably would not dare claim to know everything.
Hill smiled happily. Falan turned back a page and found Runes from the Ancient Elves written there.
Hill was not surprised. Traces of Elves remained in many ancient ruins in Calimshan, dating back countless millennia.