"Welcome, youngster."
When I appeared in this black space, the man in the middle seat greeted me. Among the five, he gave off the most adult-like feeling, as if he had lived hundreds of thousands of years longer than anyone else.
The sigil that floated softly behind him depicted a prominent yin-yang symbol with a fiercely burning flame surrounding it. It was the sigil that depicted my first Blood Trace, the bloodline of an ancient God.
"You must be confused. First, how about taking a seat?"
As he added, suddenly, a small table and a chair appeared before me, as if manifesting from thin air. I looked around once more and found a familiar-looking figure. Although I hadn't seen his figure before, I had heard his voice a lot of times already.
He had bulky muscles that gave off a tough appearance. Given that behind him was the Blood Trace Sigil depicting the turtle with hundreds of indecipherable runes written all over its shell, that man was definitely Brother Mountain.
