Despite his sigh, Adrian said, "Actually, it makes sense when you think about it. Whether human or daemon, we're essentially the same. Conflicts like these stem from various selfish desires. Once you understand that, there's really nothing to be sad about."

At that moment, a voice interrupted, "No truer words have been spoken, fellow immortal. I couldn't agree more."

Adrian turned to see three immortals approaching. They wore wide robes, suggesting they were from the same faction.

Adrian frowned slightly and asked, "And you are...?" Uncertain of their intentions, he felt wary.

The immortal smiled, trying to ease Adrian’s concerns. "My name is Oscar Black, a wandering immortal. I overheard your insightful words and found them very reasonable, so I thought I’d come over for a chat."

With this introduction, Adrian relaxed a bit. "Please, have a seat."

Adrian assumed that anyone who approached during such a tense time must be different from those fighting out of selfishness. That mad