'The ignorant are fearless' went a saying.
When he first came across it, Varian dismissed the saying as drivel of a stubborn old fool. That firm opinion began to crack as the time trickled away.
"Do you want to visit our business district next?" Aion stroked his long white beard and asked with a relaxed expression.
Shortly after his status changed from a lab slave to a guest, the old man took him out and personally showed him the city.
For someone who's madly obsessed with research and spent no time cultivating any relationships, this was something out of line.
Elder Aion himself was very famous for rejecting invitations to social events. If any Heaven tribesman were in Varian's place, they might be flattered.
But Varian only felt anxious.
[6 hours left]
He didn't know if the Neveah would start attacking the moment the clock hit 00:00 but he didn't want to bet on their kindness to wait.