However, Asher furrowed his brows, eyes narrowed in skepticism as frustration boiled beneath his controlled surface after thinking about it.
He clenched his jaw, voice edged with impatience, as he demanded clearly, "And how exactly am I supposed to become an immortal? I've maxed out my level, my rating points—hell, there's not even a single damned thing in this system that hints at something beyond mortal limits."
Skully's voice remained eerily calm, the hollow resonance emphasizing his ancient nature, "Nobody ever said the path to immortality would be easy, nor is there any point in blindly trusting a system created solely for mortals. If immortality is what you seek, you must first face something as close to an immortal as possible."
Asher's brows knitted tighter, frustration mingling with confusion. "Face an immortal? There aren't any immortals in this world—except maybe Aira out there somewhere, and her doppelganger that lost her way."
