Chapter 80: The Lost Name

"Who's Len?"

The question was unanswered, and the silver scaled young man was starting to get irritated. His siblings, Clione and Axylia, were bathing on a clear pool of silver light, the Silver Spring. Their bodies were slowly regenerating and the boils on their skins closing. When they first arrived, their condition was much worse with half their heads almost completely melted off.

"Some chick earlier also called me Margaret."

"Don't listen to them," Axylia said. "They're probably remnants of your old, feeble lives. You two are Prophets now, Clione and Ophinael. That's all that matters."

Ophinael. Yes, his name was Ophinael now, he thought. However, the name 'Len' intrigued him very much. It felt natural coming out of his mouth. He pondered about it, and then thought of how the guy he fought earlier in Al Tarf was almost identical to him.

"He has... my face."

"Of course he has your face, he's your brother."