I didn't know why, but something about her had completely changed.
The way she moved with her being swift, sharp, and precise—wasn't like the woman I'd faced before. Every step she took carried weight, and her blows landed with force that seemed far stronger than before. And that regeneration… it wasn't just fast, it was terrifying. Flesh mending in an instant, wounds closing as if they'd never been inflicted.
It was like something inside her had broken—no, snapped apart.
"You seem… very different from before. It's not like… you're human anymore," I muttered, my voice low, almost swallowed by the tension in the air. My fingers twitched, pulling invisible lines of power. Strings shot out, hundreds of them, swaying and lashing like a storm of blades around her as I swept my hands in wide arcs.
And yet—she brushed them aside. Effortlessly.
