"Both vanished with time, lost in the mass migration. Or worse, taken by demons. No record remains about the two items, no trail. We have searched for generations."
His words hung heavily in the air.
The faint hope that sprouted in everyone's heart was plucked ruthlessly.
Was there really no hope for them?
Can they no longer reclaim the lands of their ancestors?
Is there no way to defeat the demons?
Reinhardt listening silently, nodded his head.
"That is why I came here". He reached out into his coat and took something out.
"This is…"
Resting in his palm was a seed, no larger than a thumb joint, smooth and crystalline, its surface etched with faint, vein-like patterns.
The seed, no matter how you look at it, was as unassuming and ordinary as it could be. Yet after taking out this, Reinhardt spoke with a brilliant smile.
"Will this seed work?"
The knights and demi-human warriors furrowed their brows, confused. To them, it looked strange but still just an ordinary seed.
