Snow drifted over the frozen wreckage of Antarctica, blanketing the fractured landscape where memories of war still lingered, untouched and eternal. The Antarctic Center was barren.. Many escaped, more died. 

Still, there was one who didn't get the chance to escape. He was also incredibly hard to kill, a young man sitting on the peak of a hill staring at the fallen Falcon Scott, his indigo eyes held the same chill as the frozen expanse around him, unfeeling and endless, olive skin wrapped tightly around his lean muscle, a ripped military bodysuit struggling to cling to him, his medium length onyx hair fluttered in the chilled breeze.

His handsome face was stoic, unfortunately the [Null] Aspect he possessed dulled his emotions, numbing him to the cold around him and even to the horrors in his memories. Handy in battle—but costly in moments like these, when isolation seeped into his bones.

The young man took a shallow breath and dove into his soul sea. A black sky covered with purple clouds, deep black water with purple specs glistening all throughout it, six radiant indigo suns the same color as his eyes.

He stared at the suns for a moment with indifference, then summoned his runes.

Name: Silas

True Name: Last Whisper Of Creation

Rank: Ascended.

Class: Terror.

Null Cores: [6/7].

Nulls: [5970/6000].

'I'm close..'

His eyes remained on the runes that showed how close he was to becoming a titan, then he continued.

Memories: [Vestments of the Ivory Sentinel], [Frostveil Edge]...

Echoes: —-

Attributes:[Abyssal Stamina] [Desired] [Unnatural Grace] [Embrace of the Primordial Void]

'Still no Echoes huh.. Is it something to do with my Aspect?'

Silas had been Awakened for only three years, and had reached ascension last year, which was extremely impressive for his young age of twenty. 

Aspect: [Null]

Aspect Rank: Divine.

Aspect Legacy: [Last Whisper].

Mastered Whispers: [1/7]

A small smirk crept up on his lips as he read the runes of his Aspect Legacy, he had managed to get its first reward, unfortunately, he had no clue how it had happened.

Aspect Description: [You are the creation of the being only known as The Void Walker, a being who existed not to create or destroy, but to unweave the very fabric of existence.]

Innate Ability: [Silent Step]

Ability Description: [Null is nothing, therefore you are nothing. As nothing, the laws of sound do not apply to you.]

Aspect Abilities: [Null Shield], [Null Drift], [Null Matter].

Flaw: [Collateral Damage].

Flaw Description: [Null is indiscriminate.]

A hint of emotion could be seen as he read his Flaws description, that curse of his has brought him more pain than anything.

Shaking his head he finished reading the rest of his runes. 

Null Shield Description: [You can create a barrier of nullification, erasing energy, momentum, or other forces.]

Null Drift Description: [By nullifying friction and inertia you can glide across any surface with incredible speed.]

Null Matter Description: [You can nullify the molecular bonds of an object, causing it to dissolve into nothingness.]

[Desired] - You have inherited a part of Hope's forbidden lineage. Your soul has been altered, those you deem friends are drawn to you. Those you deem foe, are slowly maddened by you.

[Abyssal Stamina] - You draw strength and stamina from the Void.

[Unnatural Grace] - You move with fluidity and precision that is eerily graceful.

[Embrace of the Primordial Void] - Your soul is shrouded in the silent depths of the primordial void.

Silas closed his eyes and rubbed his face, he was mentally preparing to claim his Aspect legacy reward. Would it make his aspect stronger? Will it help with his Flaw? He didn't know, there was just one way to find out. 

He took a deep breath and focused on the runes of his Aspect legacy. 

Aspect Legacy: [Last Whisper].

Mastered Whispers: [1/7]

Last Whisper Description: [The Void Walker was a curious being, they wondered the realms in pursuit of knowledge, and understanding. However, to do this they had to avoid the sight of the Gods. Void walker did not wear a mystical mask like Weaver but, they did wield a truly dreadful power, a power to nullify the very laws of existence. This power was passed down to their creation before vanishing without a trace.]

Whisper of Memories: [Claim].

Whisper of ???: Unearned.

Whisper of ???: Unearned.

Whisper of ???: Unearned.

Whisper of ???: Unearned.

Whisper of ???: Unearned.

Whisper of ???: Unearned.

He lingered on the runes. 

'Whisper of Memories, that sounds a bit foreboding..'

He took a short breath. 

"Claim."

For a moment there was silence, then, the sound of the spell whispered into his ear. 

[You have received an Aspect Legacy Whisper.]

[You have received a Memory.]

Two strange things had happened after the spell spoke, one was that his Aspect had altered slightly a new facet of it had been unlocked and at his disposal, he wasn't sure what but he knew it had something to do with the memory of other beings. 

Second was the Memory he had received, it wasn't a new weapon, it wasn't a charm or even armor.

Memory: [Seed of a Nightmare].

Memory Rank: Transcendent.

Memory Tier: ???

Memory Type: ???

That's right, in front of Silas hovering above the calm water of his soul sea, was a distortion in reality, it looked like a Nightmare Gate,he felt its pull, but it wasn't a gate, it really was a Nightmare. And guessing off its rank it was a Third Nightmare…

His reward was a Nightmare, If Silas was honest with himself he had never considered challenging the Third Nightmare. Even now he knew it was a dumb Idea, noone has ever conquered a Third Nightmare by themselves.

'Lady Changing star did conquer a Second nightmare by herself though… No, the Third Nightmare was on a completely different level. What the hell am I thinking!'

But something deep in that empty soul of his drew him in, closer and close.

Before Silas knew it he had succumbed to the seeds' pull. 

[Assened! Prepare for your Third Trial!]

[One brave hollow soul… Welcome to the Nightmare!]