That emptiness in his heart every time he woke up after seeing the past was… palpable. It was a heavy feeling, as if he were dragging a great weight with him—the weight of regrets chained to his constant pessimistic thoughts.
It was hard not to cry, as that person's emotions squeezed his heart mercilessly.
'I wonder… is this what it means to take someone's existence? To take the lives of specters and merge them with my own… Almost every time I kill something or someone, the system always tells me the same thing.'
[ You have defeated X enemy and have taken its existence. ]
Was this part of the nature of the Herald of the Unnameable? To kill, erase, steal… Thinking about it only raised more questions, since most of the abilities he possessed hadn't originally belonged to him.
'Besides, I think I saw Arthur in Gawain's memories… How does all of this connect to what happened four hundred years ago? No matter how much I think about it, I still can't find an explanation.'
