Old Master sighed. “Be gentle with him, Dakshana. He’s not as strong as you are yet.”
Shanka released Rastaban and stepped back.
Old Master smiled gently at him. “I know this is a lot to process, lad, but we have work to do, and you have much to learn. Understand that you can die, and you will die many times, but your death will not be permanent. You will just sleep as long as it takes to heal, and then wake up. You will not grow old, and you will never grow ill. However, everyone you know will pass on.”
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