"Come here, child. You are the fated one."
Lith looked at the old man with a neutral gaze. Did the old man think that by saying such a thing, he would fall for it? What sort of idiotic trap is this?
Lith looked around to see if there's any other route he could take and avoid this thing in front of him. But apart from the white and gold pavilion, there was nothing else present in the space he was in.
There were only two routes he could take. One was to move forward and interact with the two old men and other was to back out and exit the temple ruins.
Lith sighed and rubbed the ring on his left hand's pinky. This was a protective artifact his mother had given him and it had already saved his life once. It was a gray metallic ring with black roses inscribed on it. There shouldn't be any problems as long as the ring is with him, he thought. He moved forward towards the two old men and decided to go with the flow.
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Royal Castle, Nightingale.