Neo quickly chose the Nullhour Concept.
He began to corrupt it with Void.
Diverting his focus towards creating new energy reduced the strength of the World Energy barrier covering him.
He started to lose memories.
Tyr. Celestra. The Dragon Clan Leaders. The child who gave him the recipe of his grandma's cooking. The man who asked him to hold the sword his late-wife forged for him.
Neo was forgetting their names.
The people who sang songs of his praise. The people who thanked him for killing them.
Neo could no longer remember their faces.
'No! No! No! No! No! No!'
The daughter of the sword saint who had sneaked into the Abyss of Nightmare. The millions of soldiers who joined Grand Expedition despite knowing they might die on it.
They…
Huh?
Who was Neo thinking about?
He couldn't remember.
Not their names, not their faces, not their voices.
The emptiness gnawed at his heart. It ate him from inside.
