Index… Witch of Destruction… the end of a universe.
If any of it was true, then there had to be a record somewhere—something that confirmed or denied it.
"I'm losing my patience"
The Titan's entire body trembled. Even its red neon veins quivered as the invisible restrictions carved deeper into its flaming flesh.
"I'll speak!" it shouted."I'll tell you what little I know!"
Asher said nothing. Just lowered his raised hand.
The Titan coughed—if such a being could even cough—and released a low, pained growl.
"There's… one place where her story still exists... The archive."
Another unfamiliar term. He decided to stay quiet and keep listening.
"It's where the universe keeps its memory. Every action, every life, everything—it's all recorded there. Even peak existence is just footnotes in its halls."
"So you've seen it?" Asher raised an eyebrow.
