Now that he understood the Predecessor Civilization's purpose and knew it did indeed have a way to take over the Forerunners' bodies, what came next would be easier to handle.
His earlier suspicions had become reality, and the unknown had become known. Jonas gradually relaxed, no longer feeling as agitated as before. After he finished reading the documents, Eiffel chose to leave, giving him space to think alone.
Jonas sat quietly at his desk. His heartbeat was steady but rapid, in stark contrast to the ticking of the antique clock in the office.
An image appeared deep within his consciousness, and someone seemed to be calling to him.
Jonas hesitated, then walked over to the sofa and slowly lay down. Before long, his breathing grew even.
In a dimension that defied definition, a space gradually emerged, dark and full of mystery.
This space resembled a boundless universe, with scattered points of light flickering in and out of sight like the final glimmers of ancient stars before their deaths. These lights were not actual stars, but energy within the space. They brightened and dimmed, bringing a little life to the darkness.
Mysterious mist surrounded these points of light. It was not ordinary white mist, but purple, with an inexplicable allure. It flowed and swirled, as though consciously exploring every corner of this space.
Occasionally, inexplicable symbols also appeared within the space. They belonged to no known script and shimmered with silver light, seemingly conveying some information or story beyond human comprehension.
The entire space was silent. Apart from those points of light and mysterious symbols, everything remained still. Yet this stillness did not suggest lifelessness. Instead, it gave the impression of life brewing, of a universe nurturing something new.
At its center stood an expressionless little girl with white hair.
Her