As the last memory fragment dissolved into points of light and vanished into the air, the adventure book in Ethan's hand burst into flames.
Flames without heat wouldn't scorch one's skin, only consuming the entire book that held Scarlet's memories bit by bit into ashes, which fell to the ground forming a blanket of red lotuses; the lingering energy revitalized the Divine Tree, with the parts that had been mechanized fading away at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Argos ceased his invasion of this world, instead settling into calm, patiently awaiting Ethan's response.
Strictly speaking, this was their first meeting, yet it felt as if they had known each other for a long time.
Trust.
The word surged in Argos's mind; for an Old God who stood above all things, it was a laughable word. But when Ethan solemnly told him that Scarlet was already dead, he truly believed it.
Ethan was different from those ancients; he alone would never deceive himself.
