Having known Raven and Zeke for as long as he did, Enzo had gradually let them in on his core secrets, though never all at once, and never without hesitation. The strange encounters that had marked his voyage across shattered worlds and dying stars had revealed fragments of truths that even he struggled to piece together. Each revelation felt incomplete, like a puzzle with missing edges, yet the weight of those fragments was undeniable.
The strange coffin he used to carry around remained at the center of it all.
At first, he had dismissed it as nothing more than an anomaly, an artifact of unknown origin that had somehow bonded itself to him. But over time, its presence had become impossible to ignore. It responded to him, protected him, and at times acted with a will that did not feel entirely his own. That alone was enough to make anyone wary.
