A Woman From the Past
The woman looked at him.
Something had changed.
Not in her appearance.
Not even in her expression.
It was her voice.
The moment she spoke, the warrior felt an unfamiliar chill crawl down his spine.
"Now look what you've made me do."
She tilted her head slightly.
There was a faint smile on her lips.
It wasn't the smile of someone who had just won.
It was almost regretful.
"You actually pushed my current self to this point."
The warrior's expression hardened.
He didn't understand.
What was she talking about?
Her gaze remained fixed on him.
"It's too early for me to wake up," she continued softly. "But you forced my hand."
The warrior's pupils contracted.
"What are you—"
A burst of wind swept past him.
He froze.
For a moment, nothing happened.
The alley became completely silent.
Then his expression changed.
Slowly, his eyes dropped.
Something felt wrong.
Why was everything tilted?
Why was the ground suddenly so close?
