{Each Beinloklat, over the full span of its existence, grew a gem within its skull}.
Nero's eyes moved to the ridge wall beside him. The pale compressed bone surface.
So this was a piece of an ancient, archaic creature that had once ruled the lands...
The coolth radiating off of it sent shivers down his spine.
{These gems were considered to be concentrated essence of the world itself. They were later known as the Fruits of Origin, or...}
Nero's eyes widened.
He had heard that term before.
His eyes glazed over slightly as he recalled reading something in that strange, ancient, hidden realm with the enormous Godtree that hid the stone corpses of ancient demons.
'The Sefirot.'
{Indeed. Although, they were false Sefirot}.
Nero felt his head pound as information poured into his brain.
He had only seen it in passing, but he knew nothing more.
