"As you know, we dragons have been trying our hardest to find a way to close the rifts permanently since ancient times." Oathran said, recounting history rather than personal experience.
"And even though our number has been dwindling each century thanks to the holy war, nowadays, it is safer and easier for regular beast or human mages to enter and close a portal, thanks to the combined effort of the world. So I'm sure we will find more solutions soon."
That was too much information. Dragons… rifts… a holy war that had been culling their numbers for centuries… She wanted to ask a thousand questions. She wanted to stop him and demand explanations for every single sentence he had just uttered.
But she kept her mouth shut. If she interrupted, what if he stopped talking?
"I'm four hundred years old now." Oathran's lips curved into a faint smile. "Just… a bit older than that."
Ah.
So his age in this world was the same as his age in the real world.
