Asher sat within the silence of his room, his mind running endlessly through various thoughts, questions stacking upon each other as though they were a house of cards; after a moment, he sighed as he shook his head, his expression carrying a faint trace of weariness that had not been present earlier.
"This world seems to hold so many secrets," he murmured to himself. Due to the amount of information he had received within a single day, Asher couldn't help but momentarily doubt the history of the world itself; who knew if the fall of the Star fragment within Crymora had merely been a random event that happened coincidentally, or if it had all been planned from the very beginning. What if it even dated back to more than twenty thousand years ago? After all, history could easily be forged, rewritten, and manipulated by those with sufficient power and intent.
