The voice came from beside the wooden door leading outside.
She saw the wooden door swing open.
The pig-headed monster walked out.
Her brows knitted tightly. As the curse receded for some unknown reason, the diseased flesh had peeled away from her body bit by bit. After countless years, she had finally regained the appearance she had possessed as a deity. Her long, dark hair spilled down, revealing an exquisite face whose beauty seemed capable of making all things wither.
At last, she stood.
Step by step, she walked toward the door.
The moment she pushed the wooden door open, a cool, biting wind swept over her. The dazzling light outside made her instinctively raise a hand to shield her eyes. Only after her eyes gradually adjusted to the brightness did she see the dense black mist in the sky, seemingly destined never to disperse.
But in that very instant-
She froze.
Black mist churned overhead. On the ruined path outside the High Tower, she saw a familiar figure with his back to her.
The monster with a pig's head and a human body knelt on one knee beside that figure, his head bowed. His enormous, devout form seemed to announce to everyone that he had succeeded. After enduring this catastrophe, he had finally fulfilled his plan.
At that moment-
The cold wind swept across her clothes.
She stared blankly at the figure beside the pig-headed monster. His back was to her, and he looked so young, yet she seemed to glimpse all the countless years and cycles of reincarnation he had endured.
At last-
The figure slowly turned, revealing a calm face that was utterly familiar to her, yet now felt strangely foreign.
As the cold wind stirred-
She trembled and instinctively took a step back.
That familiar yet