"Anyone who wields this power will eventually fall into darkness. You are still young, so I advise you not to over-rely on it! In the eyes of the ancient gods, it is but a tiny, insignificant part of their power, but humans cannot withstand the backlash it brings."

Ayla walked to the window of the room...

"I was born in an oasis in the desert. My father told my sister and me this when I was very young... The country was relatively poor back then, but my family was well off. We were surrounded by wealthy neighbors, some of whom raised many sheep..."

"One time I saw a sheep run away, so I hurriedly called my father and asked him to tell the neighbors to bring the sheep back, but my father didn't care at all."

Sean looked at the 'mother' in front of him. He had no family since he came into this world, but now, by some strange coincidence, this family member was standing in front of him.

"Then why doesn't he care?" Sean listened carefully.

It's like listening to the instructions of the elders.

"My father said the sheep will come back on its own, no matter how far it goes. Once it sees the harshness of the desert, it will realize that the sheepfold is the best place to be, even if it is penned in."

"My father is a great strategist. He has been thinking about how to control people all his life. But he finally overlooked one thing: the ultimate fate of the sheep in the pen is to be killed!" Aila turned her head and said with a smile that could hardly be called beautiful.

Sean pondered the meaning of her story.

“This is what I came to this country for!”