Kapitel 215: The dream holders

Asts-nu-tabta didn't write the books; this was the important thing. It wasn't much of a shock but something crossed Stephan's mind. Why would he search for the truth behind her death when he could cut the distance to his goal and get the sceptre quickly? Still, he felt as if something wasn't clocking with him, about this place, about the whole things and the Makinas too.

Were the Makinas a true race that existed before? Because in the game, the Makinas were dream holders. They weren't spirits or real existences that ate and could touch things. They weren't even souls of the past or possessed. Normally, everything was infected so it was impossible for someone to keep their mind.

"Mike, have you heard of the Makinas before? Something like an ancient text or books or something about… I don't know. Have you heard of the dream holders?" Stephan pivoted facing Mike who was actually thinking of hi starving stomach.