He leaned in slightly, voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. "A piece of the Dragon God's sword. What was it called again… ah. Restria."
The moment the name left his lips, silence fell.
Alister's pupils constricted. "How do you know that name?"
"I told you," Quinton said calmly. "I've lived through this once already. I hold memories from a future that no longer exists. I'm not here to waste your time, Dragon Lord. I'm here to rewrite fate—and to do that, I need your help."
Alister's eyes stayed locked on Quinton, cold.
'If he was going to be of help to me then why…'
'…why did my future self never mention him? Is this Celestial who helped him uses something else and not time? Or maybe.'
Alister's thoughts slowed a bit as he began to consider a rather... Outlandish theory.
'His soul was probably sent to this one from a univers where time was ahead of this one.'
There was no record. Not even a clue. Could he really be some kind of dimensional anomaly?
