"Chernobyl!"
Hearing Amon's words, Klein's first reaction was bewilderment.
Immediately afterward, his mind churned like boiling water: all his past questions, all those "coincidences," familiar names, buildings whose styles differed from those of the Fourth Epoch, the Third Epoch, and even the Second Epoch, and one piece of common knowledge about this world after another.
Thump!
Klein's heart contracted sharply, then expanded again. Something deep in his brain instinctively stopped him from thinking further, but a question still rose uncontrollably from the depths of his heart:
Could it be that there had never been any "transmigration," that I had actually been on Earth all along, only suspended on that Light Gate above the gray fog for far, far too long, truly belonging to a different era?
He could not help remembering how Edward and Roselle had reacted when he had asked them not long ago whether they could return to their homeland. They must have known long ago that this was the homeland he yearned for, only thousands or tens of thousands of years in the future.
As those memories and images dimmed in his mind, Klein finally recognized a reality:
So I never left my homeland, yet I can never go home again...
At that moment, the corners of Amon's mouth curled upward. He walked over to Klein and said softly, "It seems the building before you has helped you understand a great deal. Perhaps if you were served a cup of Scholar of Yore potion right now, you would digest it the moment it entered your mouth."
After pausing for a few seconds, he continued, "Actually, I originally intended to bring you here after you advanced to Sequence 3, using this concealed ancient history to help you digest the Scholar of Yore potion, strengthen your connection to Sefirah