UV2's expression grew somber as he locked eyes with Adam, his voice steady but tinged with a hint of nostalgia. "Lord Adam," he began, "in the beginning, my father, Pratham, and my mother, Mikasa—the Primordial Beings—crafted this entire world. It was a haven, peaceful and governed by their singular vision. They worked together to ensure harmony while adhering strictly to the principles you set for them."
His words carried weight, each syllable steeped in history. Adam listened intently, his piercing gaze never leaving UV2.
UV2 continued, "We siblings—the first generation—were born as Pro-Generators. Each of us was entrusted with a distinct purpose, a responsibility to fulfill once we reached adulthood, which for us was within five years of birth."
Adam's brows furrowed, the statement catching him off guard. He raised a hand to interrupt. "Wait," he said, his voice sharp with disbelief. "You're saying you reach adulthood in just five years?"
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