Malakai fell into a deep state of contemplation.
The panel hovered just in front of him, filled with words and symbols. He had never seen something like this before.
In this world, especially in his world, games and digital interfaces didn't exist. Or at least, if they did, they never reached his desolate manor buried deep within the forest in the Sanguine Fortress.
Malakai had always lived simply. If he wasn't training, he was reading. And if he wasn't reading, he was resting. Aside from this, the only thing that took his time was the Sovereign's sudden missions.
Still… somehow, without ever encountering such a thing in his life, he understood what he was looking at.
'Me.'
It was him. Not just in name, but in essence. This was an interface that reflected the state of his body, everything it was, everything it could be.
And for reasons beyond logic, Malakai instinctively understood every line.
A voice interrupted his thoughts.
