Rui's expression was filled with horror as he saw countless humanoid blobs take on the shape of dead Martial Sages.
Many of whom he recognized.
The Hugging Hegemon, the Whispering Widower, the Tempestuous Fortress, and many more. They were identical to what he remembered of them.
Entirely unchanged until the moment of their death.
"You've grown, my grandson."
He felt a surge of emotion when he saw Matriarch Nephi.
She was as he remembered her. Her expression was stern and grumpy, while her eyes were sharp and distrustful. A life of her family on the run for those who hunted their ilk alive for prophecy had left a scar on her.
When he gazed into the depths of her eyes, he sensed the essence of her soul.
It was as if he were staring at his grandmother herself in the flesh.
"…Impossible." His voice shook. "You are dead. All of you are dead!"
