He sat there on the chair, waiting for just what knowledge the knowledgeable person might have for him. Though as the air between them sat dense, he felt the words that would be parted would be for better or worse, too insightful.
"In times the balance of the world begins to shift, those from your world begin to appear here. Each time, those like you exhibit talent and blessings on par with Saints," the voluptuous archivist explained, using her hands to manipulate the display of mana that took the shapes of heroic figures.
"I've noticed that part of it, yeah," Noah said, looking at his hands. "It feels like everything in this world just comes naturally to me. It's an unnatural amount of talent."
"My theory is that exceptional people like yourself are selected because of your innate nature. The reason for that, is that you will help tilt the balance in favor of mankind in the coming days," the Record Keeper gave her hypothesis. "...The world will be needing you, Noah Soul."
