Frey stared, his eyes widening slowly in disbelief.
They were scattered across the world ... in ancient ruins, forgotten relics, hidden paintings no one had ever been able to decipher.
Nameless had found many of them during his journey.
"It's as if someone placed them deliberately… leaving behind clues for whoever comes after… someone searching for the Aether," he said, a faint frown crossing his face.
Frey remained silent, trying to process what he was seeing.
He saw figures cloaked in darkness, gathered along the edges of the paintings—each one emanating sparks eerily similar to that strange energy Nameless wielded.
Men and women… all following a single woman, drawn larger and more prominently than the rest.
Darkness spread around her like living shadows, and from her hand surged a spark far greater than all the others combined.
On the opposite side of the painting, Frey saw something else.
