Chapter 11: Purpose

Lars woke up in a harsh jolt, his head felt like throbbing. Tirana who stood by immediately went to the couch where he was laid and offered him a glass of water. Lars gulped the whole thing like his life depended on it.

"Are you alright?" Tirana asked.

"I'm not sure how to answer that," Lars said. He looked around and noticed an absence. "Where's Len?"

"Went out to get some food. You've been out cold all day, Lars. It's 8 PM now."

Lars just stared in disbelief. He didn't remember much of what happened during the divine encounter, but he did remember what was being said to him. The experience might be quite taxing for him, but at least Lars had some answers.

"Does the name Alt'ma mean anything to you?"

Tirana was quiet for a while, thinking. "Not at all. Why do you ask?"