Delicate and slightly arched eyebrows, pale blue eyes, an almost discernible devoutness on her face, and pale fingers—Anos felt she could not be mistaken. At the moment she saw that woman, past memories swept her up like a tide into the ocean, making her slowly plummet in the deep sea.
Beneath her mask, Anos's hands trembled.
What… exactly was going on?
Confusion, incomprehension, horror, nostalgia, and… joy. Complex emotions were intertwined, leaving only chaos within Anos's chest.
The elders looked puzzled as they watched Anos step forward. What was this maid of the rumored Primordial Messenger trying to do?
Mira watched Anos. Their long time together had allowed her to see through the princess's thoughts from small gestures.
At this moment, she knew Anos was caught in a complex memory. It seemed the princess was trapped and could not find her way out.
