"Oh... I see now... They're going to remove the core," he muttered, his tone darkening with each word. His heartbeat slowed, heavy and steady, like a war drum in the distance. "Will this memory show me what they did with it? If they didn't destroy it… if they sealed it away instead… then by theory—" His lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile. "I could recover it."
The wind rustled through the trees, unsettling the silence, stirring the shadows as if the memory itself recoiled at the idea. But Sylvaris remained still, golden eyes gleaming with newfound hunger.
