"Why are your faces like that?" Saint lifted one of his gray eyebrows. "Both of you are still young. When I was your age, I blazed through the early years of the Age of Kings." He sighed.
"There was no such thing as the Age of Kings back then. We all thought it was the pinnacle, but one man refused to believe it. He believed we were chained, that we were spoon-fed. It sounded mad back then, but look at me now… staring at two young ones who are demigods. Over twenty points higher than the once-glorious King Tier."
Saint chuckled weakly, his voice filled with melancholy. "Did you see how quickly the prestige around that tier fell?"
At this point, Saint was talking to himself. It was obvious he didn't even care if these two young people listened or not.
