"Remember what?"
He placed a finger against my forehead. And in that instant, images flashed—
A battlefield. A burning temple. A young man kneeling, weeping while holding someone in his arms.
And a single word echoing in the flames: "NO"
Then everything vanished.
I was back at the shrine.
The man was gone.
And the sphere… had left behind another fragment.
Golden. Warm. And pulsing to my heartbeat.
.
.
.
The pov of one of the Apollo inside the ruins of Mahika.
"Are you ready young mage I am about to tell you the tragic story of our teacher, whom we hold the greatest of this sanctuary"
The spirit said, though his eyes were lonely, his voice was determined to speak.
