The moment it touched her, her eyes widened.
"What is…" Her voice cut short as the essence flooded into her. It was not just strength, it was memory, fragments of a life not her own.
She staggered, clutching her head as visions filled her mind, endless drills beneath a blazing sun, the harsh bark of instructors, the ache of muscles pushed to their limits, the pride of holding a blade steady for the first time.
Her body trembled as the flood continued, foreign discipline etching itself into her bones. Her breath caught, half in shock, half in awe.
The weight of those years pressed upon her, and then, just as suddenly, something broke open inside.
It was like standing before a sealed door all her life without knowing it existed, and now that door was being forced wide, light pouring through. A shiver ran down her spine, her body responding instinctively to the awakening force within.
