Held within his mother's embrace, Nameless uncovered the truth hidden behind his world. Frey did the same ... seeing everything with his own eyes, hearing every word his mother spoke with his own ears.
The Nameless of the past seemed shattered after learning the truth. It was far too heavy—even for someone like him—and he could barely keep up with the weight of it all.
His eyes trembled, glossed with tears, before rising toward her.
"…You… you were the one who created the demons?"
Dark, vile beings… responsible for the deaths of astronomical numbers of living creatures since their very first appearance.
How many planets… how many civilizations… how many races had been wiped out because of them?
The race of Krat was only one among thousands that had vanished without a trace.
And it would not be an exaggeration to say… that the woman before him was the direct cause of all of it.
The burden of those countless souls—their sins, their weight ... rested upon her shoulders.
