The woman's eyes narrowed.
"Those records are incomplete. They were sealed by the heroes themselves."
The shadow figure moved for the first time.
It shifted slightly, and a voice emerged from the darkness—neither male nor female, neither young nor old, but something that resonated in the bones of those who heard it.
"The heroes did not seal those records because they were dangerous."
A pause.
"They sealed them because they were unfinished."
The words settled over the hall like a weight.
The old man nodded slowly.
"The heroes," he said, "were the ultimate existences. The peak of potential. The highest expression of what this world could produce. Or at least history tells us that. But you never know, the world of Elysium is infinite, so everything can be possible."
He looked at the dust again.
"But before the heroes, there was something else. Something that even the heroes could not fully understand. Something that existed before the hierarchy was established."
