Accompanied by the rhythmic "tap, tap" sounds, as if treading on invisible stairs, a figure slowly emerged from the thin mist and stepped into the air.
Sirin walked with her hands behind her back; though there was nothing beneath her feet, she trod as if on flat ground, her form rising higher with each step.
Her loose white hair fluttered in a breeze of unknown origin, and her golden, cross-shaped pupils looked down at the two people below without a trace of emotion, that inhuman coldness as if she were regarding ants.
Stelle tilted her head back, her mouth slightly agape, completely bewildered.
She blinked hard, looking at Sirin in the air, then tried hard to recall the panicked girl with white braided hair who had been hiding behind the ice block just seconds ago.
"Wait... big sister, who are you?"
Stelle couldn't help but mutter, scratching her head, "Why do you look so familiar? Is this... the second form of that girl from just now?"
She began to let her imagination run wild, completely missing the point.
Unlike Stelle's bewilderment, Kevin's expression became truly grave the moment he saw Sirin's clear face, especially those iconic cross-shaped pupils.
Although he didn't know why he could see her clearly now, as a warrior of the Previous Era who had fought many Herrschers to the death, he found this kind of aura deeply ingrained in his memory.
"Herrscher..."
Kevin's deep voice rang out, not as a question, but as a cold statement.
He recognized the fluctuations of power that belonged solely to a Herrscher.
Is it just the Herrscher of the Void? Or the Herrscher of Earth who can manipulate gravity?
He quickly made a judgment; whichever one it was, it would be a troublesome opponent.
Hearing Kevin's whisper, Sirin let out a clear sneer and lifted her chin slightly: "Hmph! You have some discernment. Since you know who I am..."
Her gaze swept over Kevin, then glanced at the still-clueless Stelle, the arrogance in her tone almost turning into tangible pressure, "Then, do you know how to conduct yourselves?"
Her subtext was obvious: knowing the terror of a Herrscher, one should wisely choose to submit or retreat.
Stelle listened to the two of them speaking in riddles, feeling even more confused.
"Herrscher? What is that? A new Path? Or some special profession under an Aeon?"
She muttered to herself, propping her Flame Lance on the ground, striking a pose that said, "You two go ahead, I'll just watch the show."
As for why Sirin didn't start fighting immediately, but instead adopted this imposing conversational stance?
It really didn't match the style of conduct she remembered for herself—according to the "past," she preferred to crush her enemies with absolute power rather than waste words.
The reason was that the moment she completely took over and adapted to this body, her absolute sensitivity to space as the Herrscher of the Void made her immediately aware of the extreme abnormality of this training room.
Here... it is incomplete, and not free.
She could feel that the boundaries of the space were unimaginably solid, not physically solid, but a blockade at the level of rules.
She tried to mobilize her power to perceive an exit or perform a short-range spatial jump, but the feedback was a vague access denied.
This space was like a meticulously crafted cage, or rather, a completely independent box.
This discovery instantly cooled her heart, which had been somewhat inflated by the surge of power.
Especially the silver-haired man before her; the way he neutralized the Spear of the Void was done with such nonchalance, his very existence like a bottomless icy abyss, making Sirin feel a long-lost sense of threat.
And the other gray-haired girl, although she looked a bit dazed, was definitely no mediocre fighter if she could entangle herself in a battle with that man here.
"(In a situation with no retreat, rashly starting a fight, if I cannot win quickly, will only lead to mutual destruction, letting the mastermind hiding somewhere unknown reap the benefits...)"
Sirin quickly analyzed the situation, arriving at a conclusion that she considered very wise.
"(As expected of me, even when facing a predicament, I can instantly perceive the key and conduct the most advantageous 'battle of wits'!)"
"Hmph, as expected of me, thoughtful and comprehensive."
Sirin gave herself a positive evaluation in her heart, even feeling a little smug, thinking that her strategy of "first show power, then intimidate" was extremely brilliant.
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