"Here," Lin Mo said as he flicked the purified fragments toward Lin Mu, acting surprisingly competent. "These should be safe enough."
Lin Mu caught them.
They sank into his mind like drops of ink falling into water.
Moments later, the images began to play.
He saw five figures gathered in a dim stone chamber. Three Shanhu clan transcendent ancestors, one Merkin transcendent, and one Fishkin transcendent. Their faces looked younger and filled with solemn determination.
The first fragment showed them speaking.
"Our enemies will strike within days," the oldest ancestor said. "We cannot repel them any longer."
Another fragment surfaced.
"The only solution left is this," one of them murmured. "It will seal the thing they desire. The sea will remain impassable."
A different memory formed.
The Merkin transcendent sighed. "Perhaps this is the only way to bring them together. If they must rely on each other for survival, then unity will follow."
