She escaped the memory of the moonlit night, feeling haunted by it.
Noctis, the Blessed of the Moon… there were other memories of him in the dark sea of her shattered self, as well.
There, a memory showed Noctis teaching her to steer the Chain Breaker.
There, a memory showed her Noctis donning a black mantle and a wooden mask.
There were memories of the One in the North, as well.
And others…
She absorbed those memories greedily, slowly rebuilding the foundation of who she had been.
The Forgotten Shore, the Kingdom of Hope, the Tomb of Ariel… her childhood home in NQSC, the secluded manor of the Immortal Flame clan, the opulent compound of the Great Clan Valor…
And so much more.
The eerie years she had spent having forgotten most of herself, moving through life like a blind person lost in fog.
As the rough contours of whom Song of the Fallen had been slowly took shape, she was overcome by a subtle anxiety.
