The Nightingale Ancestor Bird didn't reply.
Theron, though, didn't seem impatient. It would take him a small bit of time to reach his destination, and unless you had a top-flight flying vessel capable of allowing you to train, there was no cultivating that would be getting done in the depths of space either.
All Theron had was this. He had all the time in the world.
If the Nightingale Ancestor Bird just wanted the legacy of its family to come to an end right here and now, then it could make that choice too. Theron didn't care.
Though the Nightingale Dark Resonance was somewhat important to him, he didn't trust the Nightingale Ancestor Bird to make changes to his body right now. He would rather go without it than let something hostile to him have control over his most vulnerable parts.
A sigh echoed.
This one didn't sound like the Heavens. It sounded tired, as though it had run to the very ends of its rope.
