Finding the Six Hundredth Million Ruin
Battler's mind, the thing that held all of his memories, life information and even the key to his soul, had the outward appearance of an exquisite yet vast bookstore. The magical being with silver hair that stood at the center of that place took a minute to smile at that fact. Battler really did love to read, didn't he?
Unfortunately, at this point in the teen's life, his brain was manufactured to completely erase any new information gained from the fourth to the fifth of October. There was a reason left unsaid as to why Battler should still be alive at this point along with his memories intact.
Sento randomly selected a burgundy book that was title less on its spine off of a nearby shelf. Upon opening the book, a clear, sparkling vision came into view. It was a fragment about a day Battler went to an amusement park with Kyrie, Rudolf and his little sister Ange. Battler was blissfully playing a crane game and won a prize from the machine for Ange, who had cheered him on the entire time. The man shut the book and smiled at the blank cover. "She never would tell me why she always wears those adorable hair bows… I just knew they weren't her style."
It was time for him to return to the matter at hand, he got on one knee as in a prayer to focus his power once more. There were many memories that could be lost, millions even… they could be good, bad, or something in between.
Anything lost of this world can be found once again, except for time lost.
That was the reigning principle behind Sento's ability, and now that he was back to his true form and original age, he was in tune to that belief.
It felt as though as spark had suddenly hit him once he caught wind of what he was looking for. Even with his eyes closed, he had spotted the area; it was a compact, dark, and badly organized storage room. There were a couple of rooms in a similar state, but none was anywhere near the caliber of pain that emanated from this particular room. He stood to full height and his saintly cloak that was darker than black with gold embroidery, was cast to the wayside. It would get in his way very soon.
That was because; standing unswervingly outside of that forsaken room, a being was on guard there.
Its only purpose was to keep the memories behind it shrouded in secrecy.
The one given the title of Savior of Memories leapt into the air and when he neared to the impossibly infinite ceiling of that place, he hovered in midair.
Even from his place up above which was miles away, the guard and the knight in shining armor eye's met for only an instant.
Sento soared headlong to that long-forgotten hell of Battler's with the full ferocity of a diving eagle.
