Chapter 262 – The Hall of Lost Legends (Continued)
"Who… who dares disturb our eternal vigil?" the ghost intoned in a voice that trembled between anger and sorrow. The tone was neither hostile nor inviting—it was a lament, a question cast into the void of time.
Dabi stepped forward, his voice respectful yet firm. "We are travellers—descendants of those who dared to fight and dream. We come not to steal your glory, but to learn from your sacrifices. Tell us, what did you seek beyond the gate?"
The spectral knight's eyes, filled with a mix of defiance and melancholy, regarded him. "We sought greatness, glory… answers," he replied, his voice echoing as if from a distant memory. "But the gate demands a price—one we could not all pay. Our lives, our dreams, faded into the darkness."
Zen snorted lightly, trying to break the tension, "So you're saying you all got ghosted by the gate? Literally?" His words, though laced with humour, carried an undercurrent of genuine curiosity.
