The Doomsday Beast had once attacked the Asdana Galaxy, causing devastating disasters. As Penacony's [Dream Master], defecting to [Propagation] would have been the most thorough betrayal imaginable; it made no logical sense at all.
Dahlia sighed, her long black hair drifting gently in Dreamville's cool breeze as she explained,
"History may have long since passed, but people's memories, emotions, even their sins, settle within the Memory Zone like silt beneath a riverbed..."
"If we know the method, we can briefly pierce the mists of time, dredge fragments of the past from chaos, and bring them back into the light." Her voice carried a strange rhythm.
She raised a hand, her slender fingers tracing intricate paths through the air as a faint glow spread around her.
The surrounding Memoria began answering her call. Like a deep pool disturbed, it rippled, gradually gathering and forming one clear image after another—
Gofemwood's figure slowly emerged, still wearing the appearance of a kindly elder, his usual gentle smile on his face.
He was looking down at a battered Glamoth Iron Cavalry mech lying on the ground.
Its silver-white armor was cracked in many places, utterly devoid of luster.
Firefly watched the recreated scene, her pink-blue eyes turning cold as her hands slowly clenched at her sides.
"Every disaster caused by the Swarm comes with countless victims—soldiers and civilians alike."
"Some names are remembered, carved onto gravestones. But others... were not only forgotten by the world, but betrayed by those who should have protected them." Her voice suppressed its emotions.
In the image, the Iron Cavalry lying on the ground barely clung to life. The mech's voice module emitted a broken, feeble voice:
"What... are you doing... I'm not your enemy... I was... fighting the Swarm..."
Gofemwood smiled at her, that smile appearing especially glaring