Later, Kael guided Liora to a room filled with suspended glass cubes, each reflecting a different memory — hers and others'.
"You must create a map," Kael explained. "A map of what you remember, what you have forgotten, and what they want. Only then can you anticipate their attacks."
Liora ran her fingers along the cubes, and images flashed: her childhood home, a locked drawer, a glowing cube, shadows stretching across the walls. Pieces of her past, scattered like broken glass.
One cube shivered violently under her touch. She focused, and a scene formed: herself as a child, standing in a room filled with glowing cubes, a man — Kael? — guiding her.
"You were always part of this," the whisper said. Always.
Tears blurred her vision. "I… I didn't remember any of this."
"Memory is dangerous," Kael said. "The mind will hide what you cannot face. But now, you must face it, or the Glassless will find you before you're ready."
The cubes began to glow in a pulse — a rhythm that matched the whisper in her head. Liora's heart beat faster.
"I'm ready," she said, though a cold fear gripped her stomach. "Show me what I need to see."
Kael nodded. "Then we begin the hunt — the true hunt. And what you find may change everything."