Nihil staggered back from the colossal golem, his mind reeling from the absorbed memory echo. Blood trickled from his nose, the stabbing pain behind his eyes the price of knowledge.
`[Capacity: 0/50]`
`[Warning: Critical Physical Condition. Minimal Regeneration Active.]`
Elara Moonveil rushed to his side, helping him lean against a ruined stone pillar. "Nihil, what did you see?" she asked, voice tense.
"My ancestor," Nihil rasped, staring at the dormant golem. "Archon Zarthus Nocturne. He... he did this. He fought this golem."
Elara looked at the gaping void in the golem's chest, then back at Nihil. "That means... he didn't die in the Cult's ritual. He escaped. And he came here."
The implications were staggering. Known history was a lie. More critically, another Nocturne had achieved extraordinary Void power—enough to defeat an ancient guardian of this magnitude.
"Is he still here?" Elara asked, eyes scanning the silent forest with newfound wariness.
