"It almost amuses me that I am doing such a thing, but if this crystal is being activated, it means 'that person' was not lying. My good brother…you've returned."
It was hard to see him properly. Because of the wear the memory crystal experienced with time, portions of its function had been lost.
But there he was.
Sitting on a throne in the starry void, Kallos himself looked into the crystal with a sad smile on his face.
He was nothing like the man Atlas used to know.
His hair was greying, and wrinkles made his face appear far more aged than Atlas ever thought possible.
He didn't look like the boisterous young man he was when they happily sparred and shared drinks.
No, at the point of this recording, he was already an old man without much time left.
Atlas' chest tightened.
It felt like Kallos was staring into his soul as if he knew from the start this moment would occur.
