What are you so happy about? The more unrelated people there are, the more troublesome things become, don't they? What if those Trailblazers find the seed of [Remembrance] first...
Hmph, then we'll just steal it from them. Problem solved, right?
Speaking of which, there's a flower on that train, along with a Memokeeper whose stance is unclear. When you make your move, don't let them notice.
Black Swan looked at those memory scenes, like shards of shattered mirrors, and raised an intrigued brow, a meaningful smile curling across her lips.
"They truly are everywhere."
Her gaze seemed to pierce through the lingering images.
"Unlike the other Memory Thieves, these people seem to have had contact with Yan Huan..."
She murmured softly, a flicker of understanding passing through her eyes.
Within her vision, she saw how those Memokeepers had cleverly disguised themselves as March 7th's lively, innocent self, attempting to coax Yan Huan into bringing them inside Amphoreus.
To earn your trust, we'll introduce ourselves first—the Garden of Recollection. You should know it very well, shouldn't you?
Within the memory fragment, "March 7th" spoke in a familiar tone.
Yet the memory that followed had been abruptly cut off, as though severed by a sharp blade.
It was as if an invisible hand had precisely and mercilessly snuffed out a flickering candle, leaving behind only a wisp of smoke.
"It seems the secrets ahead are even murkier than I imagined." Black Swan frowned slightly and continued deeper into the Memory Tide.
As she delved further, more and more empty vessels of Memokeepers had been carelessly discarded here.
Like deflated balloons hollowed out of everything but their outer skins, they floated slowly in the undercurrents of memory matter at varying heights.
"What a... strange sight."
New memory fragments flooded into her senses, filled