"The Architect," Danuva concisely replied.
I nodded, then looked at the ceiling and sighed, "The thing that supposedly put a lock on my mind?"
"Precisely," Shorvanna confirmed.
"Perhaps you learned of something you weren't supposed to," Saravia ventured. "Do you remember the beings of the Abyss?"
"Did they tell you something?" Danuva probed.
"Or do something to you?" Shorvanna inquired.
I shook my head, feeling a small anger rise within me. "I told you what I remember," I stated, balling a fist.
The God of the path of the Performed put a hand on my fist. "What did you feel when you faced them?" he asked with an unfairly gentle tone.
"I don't remember," I insisted, pulling my hand away. "Not yet, at least."
"It's obvious something happened," Danuva pointed out. "You understand their language, so there must have been some exposure. When the time comes that you remember, please reach to us."
"Alright," I agreed with a nod. "I'll do that when that happens."
