The world around Ethan warped once more, reality folding in on itself as the final fragments of Mathius' memories unfolded before him.
The strange Night Lord he had seen moments earlier vanished along with the previous vision ... yet Ethan could not move past what had happened.
Cold sweat slid down his back.
His heartbeat thundered in his ears, rapid and unrelenting.
"How did he recognize me? How did he see me? These are nothing but memories…"
Ethan pressed a hand over his face, trying to steady himself.
"The Night Lords are different. I suffered endlessly against them in the game… There were times I nearly lost hope because of them."
"But I only ever faced them as bosses. I know nothing of who they truly are—only fragments from their cutscenes…"
His encounter with Gladios, Wisdom of Night had shaken him far more than he cared to admit.
Yet he forced himself to move on.
Mathius' memories had entered their final phase.
