Time seemed to have suddenly stopped around Clyde. The name that came out of Olaflyn's mouth made him freeze for a moment that felt extraordinarily long.
Clyde blinked his eyes quickly as he comes to his senses. Then swallow hard with great effort.
"Shiva?" Clyde said the name again in a questioning tone. His eyes met Olaflyn, demanding an answer.
Olaflyn nodded slowly. "I knew that you would react like that. At first, I also showed the same reaction as you."
"How did you know about this?" Clyde asked.
"I've done a lot of traveling and searching my entire life up to this point, boy. If I had to tell you where I got every bit of my knowledge, it would take us a few days," Olaflyn said.
"However, I can answer it if you only asked about that matter ."
Clyde's eyes that stared at the sage immediately sparkling with curiosity.
"I once met someone from the Order of Mindweaver. Not all members of that Order are evil beings. In fact, they can't be categorized as good or evil."
