Soliette wasn't sure if her mind was playing tricks on her. But the more she looked at Abyss, listened to her speak, the clearer the image became.
And the more unsettling it was.
"Why do you… look like…."
Abyss smiled faintly.
——Keep this a secret between us, Archmage.
Soliette's eyes narrowed. "Why are you revealing yourself to me? Are you really—"
——Because I want you to stop it.
"Stop what?"
A single word dropped like a stone.
——Araxys.
"...."
Soliette's mouth froze.
——And it's already here.
"What do you m—"
At that moment, a rift sliced cleanly through the trunk of the massive tree behind them. Soliette whipped her head toward it, but Abyss didn't move.
Something stepped out from the rift.
Tak—
A woman.
Her hair was as white as snow, and her eyes glowed the vibrant purple of spring lavender.
Soliette turned to Abyss, only to find her gone.
In her place, an overwhelming pressure hung in the air loomed over the woman who had emerged from the rift.
