"One final question. You said it’s been four hundred years since Pathan fell and you also fought Cain. How is that possible? It’s been a little over a century since mana came."
The Chief Alchemist nodded when Godfrey asked the question. "There is a time balance to all worlds. A thousand-year-old elf is no different from a hundred-year-old human on Earth if they stay in their respective worlds. If the elf comes here, however, she or he will surely outlive you all by a large margin, and the man will live a very short life in the elven world..."
"... However, when a world fails at the Ruination Stage, it falls away from that timeline and begins a fast run in order to rebuild and restore another civilization. In other worlds, four hundred years was just forty years in Earth’s timeline. Although now, our timelines have matched."
"So what about Pathans? They were already over two hundred years old before they became summons. What will happen to them once they hit four hundred?"
"We work like the stars. We are the brightest at the end of our lives, but there is an end." Zaun replied calmly.
"Right now, I can live for as long as my summons can. So that means I can live for four hundred years."
"Some of your summons will all be dead before then. They are immortal for as long as they haven’t reached four hundred, but once they get there, it is the end."
Hearing this, Godfrey lowered his hand. "So I have about two hundred years or close to that. What about Toria, Lysander, Isolde? They have longer lifespans."
"They do, but Isolde isn’t a Pathan. You forget, your summon isn’t here but the castle. She is simply tied to it like the rest of us, and the castle, in its making as a summon, has been granted a lifespan of four hundred years, so you will get to that age."
"Will becoming a God change it?"
"Why do you yearn to live forever in this world?" Zaun inquired.
That question made Godfrey pause.
"I guess as a human, it’s in our nature to avoid death."
"Isn’t four hundred years long enough? You’ve lived just three since you awakened the castle. I believe four hundred is too long. Before a decade passes, you would have carved your name so deep into the annals of time that it will echo your very existence. Living long isn’t the gain, Your Majesty. It’s what you did while alive that matters. We all die, so my recommendation to you is this..."
"Live like what you are. A king, and die as one."
"That’s a hard pill to swallow, but I understand you." Godfrey rose to his feet.
"One more core it is then, my Chief Alchemist. The next time we meet might be the last."
"It shall be a new beginning, Your Majesty."
Smiling, Godfrey turned, tucked his hands into his pockets, and walked away. "Wish me luck then."
He vanished.
An Alchemist faced Zaun. "You’ve grown quite fond of him."
"You always had a soft spot for the young ones. He’s a king, not a Young King." Another stated.
Zaun glanced at them from behind his hood. "He wants to be close to us. He wants to learn. I can see that, and so can you. Revere him, but also understand that he is still young and is in need of guidance to lead a race."

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