The second phase of his Scar was gradually receding, yet Cyn felt nothing.
His senses were focused inward—on something growing within him, something feeding on the Scar's words.
A sense of power.
A sense of standing at the peak, at the summit of the world.
A feeling of pride and grandeur.
Countless questions flowed through his mind.
How could he control the Scar's power?
What was the secret behind the Scar Energy Xyrene had mentioned—the energy he had felt moving within him, the energy responsible for the tentacles?
The phases of the Scar.
Weapons and Collections.
Immortality and Doses.
But above all—questions about the last time.
About what he had seen.
About the true nature of the Scar of Pride.
About using him as a tool to reach its objectives.
Curiosity crept into him.
A curiosity that began pushing against his wall of apathy and indifference—a wall that slowly started to crumble, granting him something he had long denied himself.
Time.
Time to sit with himself.
