Lyerin stood before the flickering screen, the weight of his fabricated story settling heavily around him.
He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath as if drawing strength from a memory that wasn't real.
When he opened them again, his gaze was faraway, as though lost in the haunting recollections of a painful past.
His voice, when it came, was slow, deliberate, and soaked in raw emotion.
"It all started years ago," he began, his tone fragile yet steady, as if he were confessing to a truth long buried.
"I wasn't alone when I discovered the path to awakening a spirit. I had a team, a group of individuals who were as passionate and driven as I was.
"We had been hearing rumors—whispers of an ancient cave hidden deep within the heart of an old, forgotten land. They said that in this cave, there existed something beyond anything we could imagine. Something that could give birth to spirits in the real world."
