"How old am I…?" Damon was slightly taken aback by her sudden question.
After a moment of thought, he replied,
"Hmmm… there is at least a two-hundred-thousand-year gap between my birth and yours."
Sithara's eyes widened, taking what he had said completely out of context.
Two hundred thousand years was inconceivable. No mortal could live that long. Even those who somehow reached the seventh class advancement did not possess lifespans anywhere near that vast.
"Amazing…" she muttered under her breath.
Damon didn't say anything further.
Technically, he wasn't lying. There were at least three different eras between them. Sithara had been born in the Zero Epoch, while Damon had been born in the Third Epoch.
Even though he was still seventeen, he could truthfully say there was an enormous gap between them.
That was the thing about truth, leave out a small detail, and it could become more deceptive than a lie.
