"Who are you?"
Cillian's voice was wary as he faced the glowing figure. The being radiated light, yet it carried no soul fluctuations, nor trace of divine fire, it had no hint of life. It wasn't a god, a spirit, or even a construct he knew. Still, when it looked at him, he felt its mind, clear and aware.
That alone made his skin prickle.
If It wasn't a creature, nor a machine. Then what is it?
"Some kind of construct? An illusion? A false mind?" he muttered.
The figure spoke, its voice female.
"You passed the fourth assessment?"
Cillian nodded slightly. "I did, but that doesn't answer my question. Who are you?"
The light flickered. "Who am I…? I've forgotten. My name, my past, all of it. Only one thing remains, I was left here to guard what matters, and to pass on memories to the one who reached this place."
Her gaze turned toward the great library behind her.
"Now that you're here, I can finally be free."
