Necro let the dawn settle around him, the thin place in the world humming quietly at the edge of perception. The Lotus within him pulsed again, drawing in threads of qi that danced like motes of gold in the morning light.
[System Notification: Anomalous Dimensional Thread Detected.]
[Analysis: Thread connected to user's Bloodline Resonance.]
[Warning: Unstable Dimensional Anchor.]
Necro's jaw tightened.
His memories—the foreign ones—flickered again, layered over the world before him. A forest of black crystal stretching beneath a violet sky, rivers of liquid light carving canyons through obsidian mountains, a sky split by a single endless tree whose branches touched the stars.
A name. A whisper.
Yggdrasil.
He didn't know why that name came, but every time it did, something within him shuddered, something ancient and tired and relentless.
