After some time, the knowledge finally stopped flooding in.
Damian's consciousness slowly returned, the dizziness fading like fog burning away under sunlight.
His eyes opened, still unfocused, his head heavy with the weight of knowledge that had been forcefully imprinted into his mind.
He blinked several times, trying to clear his vision, and looked toward where his grandfather stood.
And what he saw made his breath catch in his throat.
Tears sprang to his eyes without warning.
'No.'
The man's body was completely translucent now, barely visible against the eternal sun hanging overhead.
'No... He... he...'
Damian's thoughts couldn't form properly, breaking apart under the weight of understanding.
'The soul fragment is disappearing. That knowledge... transferring it...'
His chest constricted painfully.
'He doesn't have much time left.'
The man spoke as if nothing had happened, his voice carrying the same gentle warmth it always had.
