Song of the Fallen remained silent, offering no retort to his description. Mordret watched her for a while, then continued:
"All of us are missing memories, which is a strange thing. However... it doesn't seem that odd when one learns what your Transcendent Ability is, does it, Cassia? You wield a power to erase and manipulate someone's memories, and here we are, missing some of our memories. Naturally, you weren't Transcendent yet in the Third Nightmare — but Torment was. She was the one who erased them, wasn't she? Either you lied about her being dead, or that Echo of yours slithered into our heads in her stead."
Cassia just faced him silently, then shrugged and said in an even tone:
"I don't remember."
Mordret couldn't help but laugh again.
“Right. Just like you don't remember where Changing Star and the Lord of Shadows have gone. Because you erased your own memories of knowing. Right?"
She did not answer.
Mordret gave her a long look, then turned away.
“Anyway, it is too much of a coincidence for you not to be involved. The most powerful seer of humanity enters the Tomb of Ariel, and the second she returns, all seers in the world suddenly lose the ability to see the future. Not only that, but all the people who had gone into the pyramid with her are mysteriously missing chunks of their memories, while she gains the ability to play with other people's memories. Only a fool would not suspect you. So... I guess everyone in the world is a fool, except for me. So I'll ask you again — do you think that I am foolish enough to let you touch my memories again?"
Cassia remained calm and expressionless.
“Yes. Because you have no other choice."
By then, Mordret was truly amused.
"Don't I?"
She stayed silent for a while, then sighed.
“What is the alternative? What is your plan, Mordret? What are you going to do without me?"
He shrugged.
“Well, it is as you said. I am planning to survive."
Song of the Fallen turned her head, facing away from him.
“What happens after you survive?"
Her quiet voice was somber.
“Imagine that you defeated the Dreamspawn. Humanity is gone, and you're left alive on its ruins, victorious and utterly alone. What are you going to do then?"
He tilted his head a little.
“Why, I'll continue trying to survive with all my might. There are plenty of things in this terrifying world that can and will destroy me if given the chance, after all. The Cursed Ones, the Unholy Ones... I guess I will have to become a god, to start with. Becoming a god in order to survive is a bit of an overkill, but what to do? That is the world we live in."
Cassia shook her head.
"What happens after you've become Sacred... after you've become Divine? After you defeated all the fallen deities of the Dream Realm and became both its sole ruler and its sole inhabitant. After you survived. What kind of dull, dreary, unbearable life will you live then, without anyone to share it with you? To witness you, or be witnessed by you? Will it be that much different from being dead?"
For the first time, Mordret's smile grew a little forced. He remained silent for a while, then scoffed.
"Who knows? Being a god gives one all kinds of choices, I think. I'll be spoiled with them, for sure... maybe I'll follow in the footsteps of the Demon of Destiny and try creating my own race of living beings to keep me company and chase away my loneliness. perhaps I'll follow the example of the Demon of Imagination and retreat into the Great Mirror, to live out a thousand lives surrounded by reflections. maybe I will delve into the mists of the Hollow Mountains and behold the Nothing beings, thus giving them shape and making them something. They are my kin, after all... what will a world populated by beings like me look like, I wonder?"
Mordret smiled.
“Hell, perhaps I'll shatter myself into a million pieces. The pieces of me will inevitably start killing each... so, I'll see which one of us survives then."
Song of the Fallen smiled darkly.
“I see. I guess you really are spoiled for choices."
Mordret chuckled.
"Isn't it a bit hypocritical, though? Here you are, advocating on behalf of humanity. But, at the same time, you are offering to support me in the battle against the Dreamspawn — knowing full well that my victory would mean the end of humanity. What are you really after, Song of the Fallen? What is your own plan?"
She hesitated a little, then shrugged.
"My plan... why not? Let me be honest, for once. My plan is to keep you and the Dreamspawn at each other's throats for as long as possible. I can't let either of you win too swiftly, because that would mean that Nephis and Sunny won't have time to finish what they are doing. You cannot be allowed to win, because that would mean the destruction of humanity. However, you cannot be allowed to lose, either, because that would mean that nothing would stand in the way of the Dreamspawn attempting Apotheosis."


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