Kaayes looked up at Aksai one last time.
His vision was darkening, but the sight of that calm and face burned itself into his fading consciousness.
Aksai slowly walked toward him. The faint light from the fruit glowed behind him, casting his shadow over Kaayes's dying form.
When he reached him, Aksai lifted his right hand. From the center of his palm, a spectral tentacle began to form—thin and translucent, like liquid glass mixed with faint green mist. It moved on its own, twisting gently in the air before latching onto Kaayes's forehead.
Kaayes's body jolted as his memories began to pour out.
Images flashed—his training days, the orders from Reymon, the secret meetings of the Grand Martial Hall, and their plans to capture Aksai. All of it was being stripped from his mind, taken and recorded.
Aksai's eyes stayed calm as he absorbed everything.
