"…What?"
"She was definitely affected by the relic."
"What's wrong?"
"No… that shouldn't be possible. She shouldn't be able to remember anything else. And yet—"
The woman watching from afar fell silent, a chill crawling up her spine for no clear reason.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
The relic was hero-grade. Not something that could be shaken off with vague emotions or lingering attachments. It should have completely overwritten her memories by now—her sense of self, her past, even her talent.
That was how it always worked.
So this had to be a delusion.
A temporary fluctuation.
Yet doubt crept in, unwelcome and persistent.
Was it truly possible for someone to resist a hero-grade relic with nothing but willpower?
The woman clenched her fingers.
"…Impossible," she muttered, as if saying it aloud could make it true.
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Lena kept thinking, her mind drifting in and out of clarity.
"Is it good?"
