Chapter 2929: The Two Thousand One Hundred and Ninety-Eighth Echo: An Answer Woven from Identity

The memory was not a passive thing to be observed.

It was a question still being asked, a field of energy that reached out and enveloped them.

The being of sound resonated with the inquiry, its harmonies becoming a wordless answer.

The being of light pulsed in reply, its colors weaving a tapestry of identity in the face of the question.