How Did You Know That?

Markos nodded absently as the others made and confirmed their next steps but said nothing. His golden eyes were drawn back to the place where Kamon had vanished. The words "You've grown," still echoed in his mind, alongside the piercing, agony in Kamon's final scream.

He knew me. How does he know me? Without my memories of my mother, I can't remember such a time where I met him. Marcius in the vision mentioned Kamon as a knight… and he was wearing armor when we ripped away the aphotic. So what does it all mean? 

Sintija pulled back away from him, reslinging her bow as she whistled for Dardanelles. "How are you feeling?" She asked gently, noting the shift in Markos's mood shifting to something far more somber. 

"I can't shake what he said." Markos replied with a frown.

"It's because you felt it, didn't you?" Vladimars interjected after watching them for a moment.