Colossus and Silver Fantasy both felt the killing intent and coldness radiating from him.
They knew.
Family had always been Lynn's sore spot, and Sir Awen mattered even more-the older brother he had trusted and relied on most ever since joining Dark Night City. If he really discovered that someone had been interfering...
Silence filled the void.
After a long while.
The figure slowly turned to look at the hysterical Sir Awen in the eye of the storm and said softly:
"He merely recovered some ancient memories he had long since lost through my power. He cannot bear the blow those truths dealt him, cannot accept the heinous crimes he once committed against his own civilization. That is all."
Lynn's brows abruptly furrowed, and he demanded:
"What do you mean?!"
The figure faced him. She seemed to be smiling, her voice ethereal and overlapping:
"It's simple. His psionics ascension was different from Colossus's ascension. The Colossus Civilization built upon the collective will of its entire civilization, willingly sacrificing its flesh to finally merge into one. But the Cyber Civilization's ascension was nowhere near as beautiful as what you've heard."
She spoke each word distinctly.
"His former self slaughtered his entire civilization and forcibly fused the power of every psionic together. Only then did that final Cyber Ascender come into being."
At those words, the entire void fell deathly silent.
Colossus's pupils instantly dilated. Even her fingers clenched involuntarily, her face turned ashen, and her mind went blank with a thunderous roar.
Silver Fantasy was no better off, tremendous shock showing in her eyes.
The figure looked at him and said softly:
"That is why forgetting can sometimes be both a remedy and a poison. If he had remembered all of this from the start, nothing would have happened. The problem