Every stone, every mark, every folded layer of space, and every star-like point of light carried that same deep bloodline resonance that had been stirring inside Max ever since the abandoned fifth end woke up. Even Freya, who'd stayed calm in front of the Four Sacred Clans and their ancestors, went quieter after stepping into this place.
The Voidwalker Ancestor walked ahead of them. His figure still looked faint, and Max could tell this wasn't his full body. He was a remnant, a projection, or something bound to this sealed chamber. But inside this place, his presence felt far more stable. The dark starry light around him no longer flickered like a dying flame. Instead, it moved with calm strength, as if the chamber itself were lending him support.
He stopped in front of the floating black crystal sphere and turned around, his eyes moving from Freya to Max.
Then he asked, "Was your father named Oliver Voidwalker?"
