Capítulo 102: A Prophecy

"Prophecy?" Aryan said with a frown. "My apologies, Elder. But, what prophecy are you referring to?"

"Of course, of course," and the old man laughed again as he pounded on the prison walls.

Well, Aryan didn't know about the prophecy the old man meant. The young man only knew a few things about himself, the great sage he had met at that time only mentioned himself as a descendant of gods, that's all.

Which god is one? Or about the prophecy that the old man had mentioned, Aryan had never heard of at all.

"Tell me…," said the old man.

Aryan shuddered slightly when the old man's face turned to him. Those two sockets without eyeballs were not a pleasant thing to look at.

"Did you just have a great fight?"

Again, Aryan frowned. "How do you know?"

The old man chuckled. "I hear you grimace, young man," he said, "don't tell me you've met the sacred bear, the lord of the northeastern forest of Uttara?"