Meanwhile, on Alex's side, he looked around, finding himself completely alone. He took a deep breath and sighed, already expecting to be questioned.
"Alright… let's see what I get this time," he muttered.
Just then, a voice echoed through the chamber. "A person leads. A person follows. A person seeks answers. A person grieves… Tell me, what are you? Are you a god, or are you human?"
As the voice spoke, the guardian revealed itself—a towering figure with massive wings, gripping a colossal axe in its hands. Its presence radiated authority, its gaze piercing as it awaited his response.
Alex exhaled, his mind working through the question. "What am I, huh…"
The guardian stepped closer. "Some seek you for guidance. Some plead for your help. Some need you to solve their problems. Some, lost and desperate, turn to you as their last hope… So tell me, what are you?"
