The capital had returned to normal.
That was what everyone believed.
The convergence had been averted.
The northern ruins had been secured.
Hiro had received another victory.
People talked about him again.
The strange pressure Zero had felt was gone.
And yet—
Zero couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
Not with Hiro.
Not with Mia.
Not even with Earth Zero.
With himself.
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Zero sat alone in the guild's archive.
Stacks of old records surrounded him.
Most concerned ancient magic, bloodlines, legendary abilities, and forgotten civilizations.
None were supposed to have anything to do with him.
That was why he had come.
He needed information about one thing.
Parallel Memory.
The skill had existed within him for as long as he could remember.
At first, he had considered it strange.
Then useful.
Then dangerous.
Now—
he wasn't sure what to call it.
Zero opened another archive.
Nothing.
Another.
Nothing.
Another.
Still nothing.
