Though the godlings had the luxury of patience, the old man did not. His vitality was a fleeting ember against the backdrop of his ambition. Yet, he remained steadfast, driven by a singular, desperate clarity. If he did not condense this divine wisdom into a legacy now, the humans of Nana would remain forever blind, stumbling through a world that had ceased to protect them.
The shared struggle forged an unexpected bond. One day, a merfolk godling, having observed the old man's relentless pursuit, veered away from mere instruction. The godling went out her way to offer a piece of counsel that threathend his relationship with the godlings.
"Your goal," the merfolk began, her voice sweet, yet serious "will not be accomplished within the time you have left."
