Sitting on the edge of one of Vollua's terraces, Foster watched the horizon, lost in thought. Kaïus. The word had echoed in his mind like an unsolvable riddle ever since Kassandra had mentioned it.
He had searched his own memories, those of his former life. He had plunged into every nook and cranny of his memory, trying to piece together the fragments of knowledge he had once possessed. He remembered wars, myths, ancient creatures, lost civilizations... but nothing matched the name.
Frustration mounted.
He had hoped for an echo, a clue, a tiny detail to come back to him... but there was absolute emptiness.
There was nothing.
- Damn it..." he muttered, his fingers clenching against the wood of the railing.
This wasn't right. He had so much knowledge of his former existence, so why didn't that name mean anything to him?
He hated this feeling.
The feeling of knowing that an immeasurable danger was approaching, without having the slightest idea of how to prepare for it.
