The chamber fell silent.
Even the swirling rot in the air seemed to hesitate at that name.
Yxthar.
Adam's breath caught.
The Tower bore that name... Tower of Yxthar.
But no one had ever truly confirmed what "Yxthar" referred to.
Was it a creator? A god? A system?
The theories were endless...
"Who exactly is Yxthar?"
Adam questioned, voice calm, but his curiosity sharpened.
If he could just figure these things out more...
If he could learn what lay at the top...
Maybe he could find a way to avoid the catastrophe that had ended everything in his last life!
Xel'Shaar's grotesque chest rose, then fell.
A deep, rasping breath that sounded more like the grinding of stone than anything organic.
"Yxthar is the one who remembers."
Adam's brow furrowed. He didn't quite understand what Xel'Shaar meant...
He stayed quiet, waiting.
