"Seeking to obtain Paper Creation…!" A sheer disdain echoed from the ancient being and Seth felt his spirit almost jump out of him, "how absurd, to think you cross thousands of miles under the blessings of the Moon, Living Roots, some weak dragons of this era, Feather and Skylight, to seek Paper Creation Ability."
Seth's spirit was trembling, he could feel the anger and rage of the being but he was shielded from the raw emotion, if not he would have died long ago.
"This is surely a Lost era. Know this little boy, you will never get the ability you seek, not now, not ever in your short limited miserable life. For eternity, even in death, you will never get that ability, or any ability remotely close to that!"
That was the last voice of being he heard, before a serene silent wash over him. His mind contemplated the words he was told and came to the obvious conclusion, the being will not kill him and that was a relief to him.