"Huh?"
At that, Yan Huan began sensing the surrounding memoria too.
"..."
"It's as thick as everywhere else. What's so special about it?"
Yan Huan had noticed the unusually high concentration of memoria here on his first day in Amphoreus.
Just like Penacony.
Even standing atop the Sky Fortress's dome, he felt nothing out of the ordinary.
He had simply gotten used to it.
After all, this was a world every Memokeeper wanted to explore.
"No, I mean the difference between this place and the two halls we passed through!"
Mimi said urgently:
"The memories wandering here seem to be begging for something... They're in so much pain, and they feel so wronged..."
"Like... Soul Spirits wandering along the Underworld River."
"Isn't that normal?" Yan Huan spread his hands.
"When I went to the ancient battlefield with Castorice, the souls cried out like that too."
"Who doesn't suffer and scream when they die these days...?"
"I'm just worried Miss Feng Jin isn't prepared for it." Mimi planted her little hands on her hips and looked at Yan Huan indignantly.
"A girl's feelings need looking after."
"It's all right." Feng Jin looked at Mimi gratefully.
"The Journey of the Spark has reached its end. No matter how cruel the truth of history may be, nothing will shake my resolve to fulfill my mission."
"The buried truth must come to light. The fate of mortals must not be swallowed by embellished legends."
"All right, here I go!"
Under Mimi's power, images of the past appeared before them.
The first thing they heard was another sharp, scornful voice.
"Heh... Look what we've caught. A hidebound believer in the old gods!"
Several new followers of Seneos, brimming with zeal, gazed mockingly at a follower of the old faith.
"Your feeble Titan was conquered long