Nova got closer and passed his fingers across the scars, and just then, he began getting glimpses of images in his head, of things he had never seen before, memories of someone else, and he knew it was not the original Nova.
He gritted his teeth, and his brows furrowed as he focused on what he was seeing, and the others exchanged glances, wondering what was going on with him.
Dravon was about to interrupt him when the cloaked one placed his hand on his shoulder, stopping him midway, and Dravon sighed and then nodded, taking a step back, even if he was a little worried about Nova.
Nova saw a large creature in the middle of some sort of fighting; the scars and the claw marks near the altar came from it. The beast seemed as though it was protecting something or even people while fighting off others until it lost control.
