A sharp pain ripped through the back of Hao Xuan's eyes just as things were starting to pick up. His vision flashed several times and no matter how much he tried to focus there wasn't much to hold on to.
It was like trying to capture raindrops in a sieve. Memories were just flowing through him and upon opening his eyes again he realized why that was.
The army of shadowy figures had revealed itself to him once again, led by that teenage boy at the front that resembled him a little.
One of the shadowy figures standing by his side that had some very distinct features unlike most others was looking right at him. And even though he hadn't seen that face before Hao Xuan somehow knew that the memories he just saw belonged to him.
It took him a second to regain his composure before glancing back at the figure to the side.
'You won't show me more but you want me to still know it. Why?'