By the end of the battle, there was no one left standing. Celia exhausted every last ounce of strength she possessed before the Crimson Sky Wyrm casually ended her life as well.
Humanity had been completely wiped out, leaving behind only a ruined city and countless corpses.
Yet the next day, Celia opened her eyes again, and she found herself breathing.
Every part of her body ached, and the memories of the battle remained painfully vivid, but she was undeniably alive.
She slowly raised her trembling hands, staring at them as though they belonged to someone else.
"W-What...?"
Her voice barely escaped her lips. The city around her hadn't changed in the slightest, and the corpses still covered the streets exactly as she remembered them.
Nothing suggested time had been reversed, which meant only one possibility remained.
"Was it... because of my bloodline? If that's true... then maybe Brother is still alive too," she whispered to herself.
