Seth abruptly sat up and leaned forward at the president's words.
His gaze narrowed. Did the government really have more information on these foreign races, or was his conjecture true — that the president's background was as mysterious and ancient as he had theorized on his way here?
Though the agent who briefed them on their mission last time spoke of having information about foreign races, Seth was under the impression that their info was still baseline shallow.
'But it seems I was wrong…'
"For you to say that, do you know more about our enemies?" Seth finally voiced.
The president just smiled mysteriously and spoke, answering with a question of his own.
"Tell me, boy, do you think humans are some kind of divine race born of Earth?"
Seth's brows raised in confusion, but he still shook his head regardless.
The president nodded. "Good. Now think carefully again before you ask. And just so you know, humans are the last intellectual race to be birthed."
