She seemed to have changed.
Changed far too much.
In the ancient memories he had recovered, and even the last time he had seen her, she had been as haughty as ever. That mocking smile, as though she meant to toy with every living being in the palm of her hand, had become a nightmare in his dreams almost every night since his memories returned, refusing to fade.
Because she was the one who had manipulated his entire life, the one who had personally created that Psionic Ascender, created the madman he had once been.
Because she had never shown anyone but herself the slightest mercy.
But now...
However well she hid it, he could still see what seemed to be inexhaustible pain and guilt buried deep within those eyes.
"You know that, just like Colossus and the others, you are one of the most important fragments that make up the Trinity. On this long road toward the future, you will also be his guide along the path of psionics. That was why I created you all those years ago."
Sir Awen stood there in silence.
His hands slowly clenched.
The woman in the red dress stood up and took a deep breath. Her illusory figure looked as though a single gust could scatter her.
She glanced sideways, her eyes seemingly bloodshot.
"I know you can't accept your past."
"I also know you hate me, your creator, because I toyed with your life. I gave you the arrogance in my heart, my contempt and indifference toward this Dream World, because back then, I never considered this world real. I was just like Ether and the others. We stood high above it all, arrogant."
She reached out to brace herself against the broken wall beside her. Beneath her long hair, her