Chapter 137: Inheritance of a Forgotten Spirit
William silently contemplated the objects before him. His eyes fixed on the dark pillar and the ancient, leather-bound book that seemed to pulse with a rhythm of its own. He remembered Anubis’s words as if he had just heard them:
"To connect the Pillar with the Nightmare Well... you need the world’s heart and the world’s spirit as a sacrifice."
Instead, the world immolated itself to grant him the power to confront the nightmare world; the words echoed in his mind like great thunderclaps. In his hands, he held the burden of the world’s inheritance... the last spark of a destroyed planet trusting in him. The temptation to follow his planned course assailed him, but the prospect of warring against the unknown also made his heart burn. Deep down, he seemed to have a profound hunger for nightmare monsters, so the world hadn’t lied when it told him he wasn’t one of them, but something more powerful.
It was then that Angel appeared. No longer as mere wings or a translucent sphere; she materialized before him, floating just above the ground, with an expression of seriousness she had never shown.
"William... can you give them to me?"
He blinked, bewildered.
"What...? What do you want them for?"
Angel lowered her gaze, as if containing a primal urge.
"Since I saw them... since I felt their presence... there’s something within me that tells me I must consume them. Since we arrived in this world, the Mask has changed many things in us, and I believe it gave me this desire to consume that thing."
William hesitated. His heart felt heavy. He didn’t understand what was happening... but he trusted, not the Mask, but his loyal companion.
"Do it."