Alice couldn't think of anything, or anyone, that could help her. In this current form, she felt more helpless than ever. From what she could sense, this bastard's strength had reached an ungodly level. There was practically no chance for her to even stand against him, which only deepened her despair.
Then, her eyes were drawn to the woman lying to the side.
For some reason, the woman seemed oddly familiar, as if Alice had seen her before… somewhere.
"Girl," the woman suddenly chuckled.
Startled, Alice recoiled instinctively, fear flickering in her eyes as she stammered, "Y-yes…?"
"Do you know who I am?" the woman spoke again. This time, her voice had changed, it was deeper, more resonant.
The moment Alice heard it, something clicked in her mind. A memory surged forth, and she stared at the woman in disbelief. Her legs almost gave out:
"A-are you… the one buried beneath the Excalibur?"
