Otto: That Wind Came from Five Hundred Years Ago

A white figure suddenly appeared in her field of vision.

White hair, blue eyes, dressed in a young master's outfit, yet with a face that was both soft and heroic.

Everything.

Was so similar to what she remembered.

Otto: That Wind Came from Five Hundred Years Ago

A white-haired girl appeared in his sight.

Unlike most young ladies.

She seemed boyish, even carrying a recklessness that could be sensed without close observation.

For a great family.

That was undoubtedly a troublesome temperament.

But to Otto.

That aura felt so familiar.

As though the sea breeze from five hundred years ago had once again brushed against his face.

It was a tide even closer to the light in his heart than Theresa.

Kallen?

Was that you?

He was dazed for a moment, then his entire expression darkened.

No.

That was wrong.

Kallen was already dead.

Rage.

Spread through his heart.

The world allowed souls to be matched with new vessels, but it did not allow scattered souls to return to the world of the living.

That was one of the fundamental rules of the Honkai world.

At this point in time, he had yet to fully understand it.

But he had faintly sensed it...

Ordinary methods could no longer revive Kallen.

To welcome back his light, he needed an even greater "miracle."

Who created this imitation?!

A fierce killing intent suddenly flashed through his emerald eyes. His handsome face twisted, like a venomous beast or demon from legend, ready to devour someone whole.

He had to kill this person.

He absolutely had to kill this person!

Almost instinctively, he prepared to draw out Void Archive and have it mimic Shamash.

That was absolutely not something a wise man would do.

If Void Archive heard of it, it would surely laugh at