With a face shifting through different expressions and emotions, Sammlark shimmered in several colors, yet at the same time, his face was stripped of them all. In that archive, there was only one presence — Arsene.
"Previously, you told me they called you the Living Compendium? Or they used to? The truth is… you never were and never will be the Living Compendium, Sammlark. My intuition tells me this."
Arsene added in a calm tone, "Your actions and expressions don't suggest it. You simply seem like an intruder here."
Sammlark took steps back. "W-What are you saying?! I'm not the Living Compendium? If I'm not… who else would be?! You're delusional, Arsene! I won't help you anymore. I thought you were a nice person but… but you're not!" Sammlark said in a hoarse voice.
