( A/N: This chapter needs to be fixed. )
"Kilan ty rega… za… Greetings, mortal. Recognize me?"
Aaron blinked several times as he stared at Alyssa's tiny figure.
She didn't look like a small woman of a weak race right now. No, she seemed much more ancient, much more powerful.
There was something about the way she carried herself that reminded Aaron of someone he had met not too long ago. A woman who was dangerously strong but surprisingly well spoken and likeable.
The Empress of Serenity. Bellanoir.
He had no idea what she had done to Alyssa during the transport, or how he was now sensing her presence radiating from Alyssa's small frame.
But he didn't have the time to think too hard about any of that right now.
"L-Lady Bellanoir," he replied quickly, his voice coming out more startled than he intended. "Is it really you?"
Alyssa's body rose to a standing position in Eva's palm. Then she stepped forward — right off the edge, into open air.
