"Why does it sound eerily familiar?" Clara whispered in Riku's mind.
Riku already had more or less confirmed his early hunch based on Clara's reaction, yet he did not say anything and silently eyed the projection.
"Your journey ends here, Riku," the Hooded man's projection continued. "For this door cannot be opened. No one has been inside for millennia. Behind it lies the beating heart of a fallen god, a being from another world, sealed away by forces lost to time. We of the Society do not control it. We merely… study it. We collect the faint aura of power that bleeds through the seal, amplifying it, refining it into the glorious gift of the Creep."
"And what of the people you sacrificed for this 'gift'?" Riku's voice was cold. "The families torn apart, the lives destroyed by your plague? Is that a worthy sacrifice for your 'knowledge'?"
The hooded man let out a soft, condescending laugh. "Humanity? Morals? Such quaint, fleeting concepts. hahaha."
