Those two figures...
The one reflected in the Scholar of Yore's eyes was an old man with deep wrinkles.
His hair had long since turned gray, and his features were distinctly those of the Southern Continent.
Brown patches mottled his face.
He wore luxurious clothes and numerous gold ornaments.
The one Nefi saw, meanwhile, was a relatively young woman.
The woman had light brown skin and gray-blue eyes.
She was slender, dressed in a long white robe, and barefoot.
Her fingernails and toenails were all painted gold.
As soon as these two figures appeared, they possessed the Scholar of Yore and Nefi.
But the Scholar of Yore was merely a Historical Projection. Possessing him was like possessing air.
Thus, the old man's figure soon emerged into view again.
At that moment, the Scholar of Yore reached out and grabbed at the air several times.
His hand suddenly grew heavy, as though he had caught something, and he gave a forceful tug.
He pulled out a figure.
She wore a dark court gown covered in elaborate patterns and carried four heads. Each had smooth, pale golden hair, blood-red eyes, and strikingly beautiful features.
It was none other than Miss Messenger, Reinette Tinekerr.
She was an Angel!
The moment Miss Messenger's projection from the Historical Void appeared, her initially vacant eyes suddenly came alive.
Then, without needing to communicate with the Scholar of Yore, two of the heads she carried suddenly flew in front of Nefi.
Of these two heads...
One opened its mouth and inhaled.
The other's red eyes darkened, and its teeth lengthened into sharp points, hovering between illusion and reality.
The next second...
The woman's figure inside Nefi was forcibly dragged out.
Then the head with the lengthened teeth bit down on the woman's hand and tore off a