Lyrian was taken aback by this sudden realization. "Are you saying all shadows have their own consciences or something?" He asked Gear.
[No. However, yours does. This is due to the motives of The Creation System.]
"Huh... I guess you did grant me this skill after all. If I were to ask you what those motives were, you wouldn't tell me, would you?" Lyrian asked, already knowledgeable about the answer to his question.
[Indeed, I would not.]
"Tsk... as I thought."
[My sole motive is to aid you in your ultimate goal. What I do in order to let you achieve that does not need to be disclosed.]
Lyrian let out an exasperated sigh. "Well, whatever." As soon as he said this, Lyrian suddenly began to feel a bit woozy. He instantly recognized the feeling; it was the feeling of passing out.
"This... again?" These were his last words before he was knocked out cold. When he woke up, he was in the infirmary of the academy.
