"Forsaken... Huh..." 28 mumbled as he stared into the white void.
There was nothing there, not even a shadow or a distant shape, yet his eyes remained fixed upon it as though something invisible stood before him.
The emptiness somehow felt more familiar than anything he had ever seen.
28 parted his lips, but no words came. He closed them again, swallowed, then tried once more, only to stop as if the thought itself had become too painful to voice.
25 waited for him without interrupting. He simply stood there, watching 28 in silence, as if he already knew what was struggling to surface inside his mind.
"Is it... Lily? Was she the Arcane Queen? And that young boy... they were different?" 28 finally asked, his voice quiet and hollow. His eyes remained fixed on the white void, carrying none of the curiosity he should have felt.
