With my words, the amiable face of the old gentleman suddenly turned serious.
And that expression spoke answers already.
Just by mentioning the war, it invoked memories that should've been buried in his mind. Even as an Incarnation.
"Why? Why are you interested in that? How did you come across it?"
With a calm disposition, the old gentleman asked. His eyes were now focused on me and perhaps, he was trying to see what I was getting at for asking him about it.
"Is this answer enough?" I stretched my arm forward and opened my palm. From there, Level 3 Flux Energy began to gather, squeezed out from my body, before forming into a small ball.
Upon seeing that, the old gentleman's pupil narrowed as he stared intently at it.
A few seconds later, he closed his eyes and began walking back to the mansion behind him that was already half in ruins.