Lindon’s joy overwhelmed his surprise, and he grabbed Dross in his Remnant hand. “Dross! Are you okay? Do you…remember me?”
[Wei Shi Lindon,] Dross recited, [adopted into the Arelius family. You were responsible for my evolution in the Ghostwater facility, and for introducing me to the Monarch Northstrider.]
It was Dross’ voice, but just a dry and passionless recital of words. In that way, it didn’t sound like Dross at all.
Lindon’s excitement sank into his stomach. “How are you feeling?”
[My condition is functional. No significant abnormalities to report.]
Collective sounds of disappointment went up from the humans in the room. Eithan placed a hand on Lindon’s shoulder.
“His personality could still recover,” Eithan said sympathetically.
Lindon agreed, but he wasn’t optimistic. “There are adjustments we can try…but the more we change, the less time we have.”
“This labyrinth contains tools from some of the greatest Soulsmiths of all time,” Eithan said.
“Good. We’ll look for anything that might help.”
Lindon turned to Dross and focused, the blur in his vision retreating for a moment. “I’m going to fix you,” he promised.
[Unnecessary. I am largely operational.]
“Don’t you remember what you used to be like?”
[I recall. My idiosyncrasies were left over from the component spirits used to construct me. They added nothing to my function, and I think you will find my operations significantly improved.]
Dross’ form was the same as before—one large eye, one mouth filled with sharp-looking teeth, and two boneless pseudopod arms. The only difference was the pale gray cast to his skin.
But his expression was blank. He spoke like a construct reporting exact words.
It gripped Lindon’s gut with grief, as though he’d lost Dross all over again. But there was still hope, so he kept his words clipped and straightforward.
“The idiosyncrasies were important to me,” Lindon said. “If you come up with a way to restore them, tell me immediately.”
[Acknowledged.] A faint frown appeared on Dross’ face. [I will attempt to reconstruct my persona in accordance with my memories.]
“You do that.” Lindon looked to the rest of them, and he could almost see them. “In the meantime, let’s get ready to leave.”
“Not much to get ready,” Yerin said. “Got my sword, got my void key.”
Mercy dashed for the door. “I do need to get ready! Give me two minutes!”
“Someone probably ought to catch Ziel,” Eithan noted.
Lindon was still watching Dross, looking for a shred of the individual he used to be. “I’ll tell Orthos and Little Blue. In the meantime, Dross, what do you know about the labyrinth?”
[Information requested: history of the western labyrinth,] Dross intoned.
But nothing happened. Usually, when Dross spoke like that, Lindon’s mind was taken over by a vision.
[Error: synchronization denied. No access available.] Dross shook himself. [I apologize. That was very strange. I will rely solely on my own memory.]
That statement piqued Lindon’s curiosity. “Were you not always relying on your own memory?”
[I…do not believe so. My apologies. My memories are more fragmented than I realized.]
Lindon renewed his resolve to fix the spirit.
[What you call the labyrinth is also known as the western labyrinth, the Dreadgod labyrinth, the First Tomb, the forgotten maze, and several other titles that may or may not apply to this location. It extends all over the world, but its largest—and presumably most central—hub is located under the land you call Sacred Valley.
[Records of its purpose and contents are incomplete and often contradictory. It is called the birthplace of the Dreadgods, but other claims dispute this, suggesting that it was a place where samples of the Dreadgods were studied. Records seem to agree that it was the birthplace of the lesser copies known as dreadbeasts.
[Studies refer to an entity sealed in the labyrinth known as Subject One, though this individual’s true identity is unknown. Subject One is referred to alternately as “it” and “he,” implying it to possess intelligence and identity of some kind. He is always referenced in conjunction with hunger madra, and is either its source or its first host.
[Inside, we should find creations of hunger madra, as well as relics and security measures left by the Soulsmiths of old, many of which will be extraordinarily dangerous. I am reminded of the Ghostwater facility, only I will have no map and no security access. And this location is known as a labyrinth primarily due to its impossibility to navigate.]