Cassie surfaced from the torrent of torturous memories.
Her consciousness reeled from the bleak terror of the scenes and sensations captured in them. Even though she did not seem to have a mouth, her tongue was burning with a bitter taste… the taste of defeat, betrayal, and hopelessness.
The Tower of Hope had fallen into the enemy's hands, and the guiding star of mankind was absent. What kind of hope could there be?
'Ah…'
She let out an anguished groan.
'At least… at least Jet escaped…'
She had sent her to the Dream Gate before erasing the mark.
Cassie could see it all now — the grand, harrowing visage of the plague.
The Dreamspawn had been sealed on the Moon by the Sovereigns. They had slaughtered those who knew his name and erased all traces of him from the world, going so far as to hide themselves in the shadows to prevent people from remembering Asterion.
