Northern chuckled teasingly for a heartbeat and tilted his head slightly, a glint dimming in his eyes.
"Knowledge isn't so hard to find. You just have to be willing to cross a desert so vast it breaks men, chasing after a tower that walks on legs of its own."
He paused briefly, then added, his tone edged with a quiet weight.
"Where there's a will, there's always a way. But I don't know as much as you do. The Underworld is... gatekept, after all. It's nearly impossible to uncover anything about it. And even when we do, the tomes we find are nearly indecipherable without the help of Ul. These days, though—"
His voice lowered, skeptical
"—I'm not even sure Ul can still be trusted."
Despite all Northern was saying, Koll's expression remained shadowed—guarded and grim. After a long silence, he exhaled.
"At the very least, you are wise… even if you're still a mere child."
Northern raised a brow, amused.
