The white-haired God-King shifted into a more comfortable position.
'He' propped his chin on one hand, half-leaning against the bar of the Dwarven Tavern, resembling nothing more than a middle-aged drunkard wasting his days away in a tavern.
It was impossible to associate 'him' with the legendary Primordial God-King.
"Don't you have any more questions?"
If this God-King hadn't limited the number of questions, Ellie Miller had a myriad of them ready.
For instance, 'Why are you staying here?', 'What do you think of the Twin Apocalypse prophecy?'...
"For another question, I'll seek your advice when I require it in the future." Ellie Miller said.
"After all, you've answered my first question in detail. I trust that by following your guidance, we can avert any crisis we encounter."
Ellie Miller offered a slight smile.
The Primordial God-King, about to take a sip from his cup: "..."
