Above the enormous corpse of the greater monster, a single woman stood with the great spear in her hand.
With clear bronze skin and loose clothes made of beautiful gray fabric, she stood there while her black hair swayed with the light breeze, and her hazel eyes carrying a faint shine stared at us.
In the next moment, her lips moved, forming a few words… words I hadn't heard in a very long time.
"Who are you?"
I froze in place as I heard that familiar language from my past life.
After humans migrated to the world of Aetheron from all over Earth, the most common languages of Earth merged together, forming a new hybrid language used by people there in the four empires.
But that didn't mean the old languages of Earth were forgotten. On the contrary, even in the world of Aetheron you could find many people fluent in pure English, or French, and even Arabic.
But none of that mattered now.
All that mattered was what stood before me.
A human.
