Even the past Nameless was not spared from this mental strain ... his condition was far worse.
He did not know Abraham… and Frey appeared to him as nothing more than a stranger who resembled him.
The past Nameless stepped closer, clutching his chest, feeling his racing heartbeat as emotions surged within him for the first time.
He tore off his metal mask, casting it aside… revealing a face nearly identical to Frey's.
Then he extended his hand toward the man and the youth… attempting to touch them.
But he froze at the last moment.
A voice echoed—deep… resonant… directly within his soul.
"Stop. Do not touch them… if you do, you will be expelled from this place."
Her voice was soft… almost gentle ...yet cold, and strangely familiar at the same time.
A woman capable of stirring such overwhelming emotion… with nothing but her voice.
Frey and Nameless—past and present alike—lifted their heads simultaneously as she appeared above them.
