"You can tell me a way out of the abyss, and it has to do with bloodline?"
The old man nodded. "You—bloodline. Me, lead you out of abyss."
Modret's heart skipped a beat.
'This mysterious old man can tell that I possess a bloodline?'
He recalled that among the treasures he had obtained previously, one of them was a bloodline that even Noctis had praised back then.
The old man continued.
"Me make bloodline strong. You escape."
Hearing his words, Modret frowned once more.
"In essence, you can unlock the first stage of my bloodline, which can lead me out of the abyss?"
The primitive man nodded.
"How?" Modret was curious.
Since he was a baby, although he had the bloodline, he never trusted it because it had always been uncontrollable.
If his bloodline could truly become stronger, then of course Modret would be pleased to have such strength.
'Who knows, perhaps then I'll be able to control it perfectly.'
The old man turned his gaze toward the distant abyss.
