Kharzan still didn't remember much...
"I do not know what this place is, and I do not fully understand the nature of these fragments either," he admitted, staring down at his own chest where the pristine shard of light had seamlessly integrated into his ethereal flesh.
"I only know that something deep inside me is constantly pushing me to reclaim them. Whenever one appears in the dark, a primal instinct drags me toward it... I cannot explain the sensation any better than that."
He offered a heavy nod of gratitude for the assistance, regardless of the mysteries surrounding them.
"Those final battles..." He furrowed his brow, visibly struggling to chase down a fractured memory that kept slipping through his grasp. "I possess a vague recollection of someone supporting me near the very end. If it had not been for that unexpected intervention, I firmly believe I would have lost myself completely. My consciousness, I mean… Or whatever meager fraction of it I have left."
