“Amiya shared this secret with us. In the world where she still lives, you are her, one of the Lord of the Fiends’s most trusted aides.
“Of course, here, you do not know her. To you, she is just a Cat infected with Originium, not worthy of your attention.

“There is only one thing we want to know.

“Who is the ‘human’ with their face hidden under a hood beside Amiya?”

“I have no answer.”

“We do not expect you to provide the answer.”

Footsteps echoed once more in the corridor outside the cell as Theresa swiftly entered the room.

“Did you learn anything?”

“No, Theresa. Kal'tsit will never tell us the truth. What about that monster?”

“Kal'tsit’s servant has been sealed by the Lich’s stasis spell. Her thoughts have no chance to escape.”

“Time is of the essence. Let’s begin.”

“Alright.”

A black crown floated above their heads.

“Your mind is like a mountain range, Kal'tsit. Without a guide, no one can extract the desired information.

“But now, we have an image, a voice, a memory. Amiya firmly believes that person can help us defeat Originium, so we must reach out to them.”

“Sorry, Kal'tsit. Please do not resist. We do not wish to harm you. Just tell us what you know, alright? Rest assured, you will not remember any of this.”

Theresa’s tone was gentle, as if pleading, but Kal'tsit’s memories already surged into the siblings’ minds like a tide.

Throughout, Kal'tsit did not resist, but she had turned her memories into a labyrinth to obstruct the Lords of the Fiends’ quest for truth.

Unfortunately, the memories Amiya left for the Lords of the Fiends were so vivid that Kal'tsit’s false memories were insufficient to confuse them. After bypassing the untouchable memory regions, they quickly found the answer. Theresis and Theresa simultaneously uttered the name.

“The Oracle...”

...

Four months later, following Kal'tsit’s memories, Babel unearthed the remains of a ship. The ship’s intelligent control system was still operational. Engineers spent considerable time bypassing the system to gain control. Each door opened required substantial manpower. Despite their limited resources, the Lords of the Fiends poured everything into this ship because it held what they believed to be the ultimate solution to the Originium problem.

Finally, the last door was breached. The door slowly opened, revealing a humanoid being still in slumber.

It was the person they had seen in Amiya’s memories.

Theresa stepped forward and extended her hand, waiting for a response.

The person’s consciousness was still hazy. Almost instinctively, they grabbed Theresa’s outstretched hand. Under the hood, their eyes slowly opened, meeting a pair of eyes filled with hope and joy.

The black crown floated above her head as she unreservedly shared all known information about the land with the stranger before her. She hoped, they hoped, that this savior from the past could once and for all solve the land’s most deep-rooted affliction.

The person remained silent for a long time. The Lords of the Fiends did not speak, quietly awaiting the response from the person before them.

Finally, a question that no one could answer echoed through the hall—

“Where is Priestess?”

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