“I didn’t expect you would remember all that.”

“She was passionate. It’s rare for a teacher to visit home because of a student’s career.”

Images of Woo Yeon-Hee back then emerged one by one in Jeon-Il’s mind.

“It was the end of your grade seven in middle school. It was around that winter. She came to ask for our opinion as a school known for basketball had reached out to you. We were very grateful and appreciated her for her hard work then. But, Ms. Yeon-Hee… She looks just as I remember. Does that mean…?”

“Yes, both Yeon-Hee and I were pre-Awakened. That is one of the stories I have not told you, Father.”

It was a story he had from his parents long before the Day of Advent. Seon-Hu’s face darkened as he revealed it. Jeon-Il’s expression hardened as well. They both fell silent for a bit.

Seon-Hu… You were a pre-Awakened…

Jeon-Il patted Seon-Hu’s back and opened his mouth first after hesitation.

“I heard the Stage of Advent spanned decades, right? You might not remember what happened before that. It was hard to contact you, son. I could only guess how...