There was no other way around the truth, so Seraph would give him a version of it that the man could tolerate. "Yes, I am your son. But I’m not Luca, not really. I haven’t gone by that name in a long time. I spent over thirty years in this dungeon before dying and triggering my restart ability. When I died, I bled to death at the end of a massive battle. I was a little older than you are now.”
