Chapter 3582: The Two Thousand Eight Hundred and Fifty-First Echo: The Age of the Listener

The young Questioner’s words, ’echoes of the Real,’ resonated through the gathered crowd, not as a shout, but as a seed planted in fertile silence.

The phrase, once uttered, seemed to take on a life of its own, a nascent truth that shimmered in the air between them.

Kaelen, who had once found solace in the unyielding certainty of stone, now felt a thrill in the boundless potential of the echo.

The age of the sculptor was over; the age of the listener had begun.