"…Who…are you?"

Her voice made my shoulders tremble. I stared at her in disbelief.

Namgung Bi-ah… No, it was the Sword Demon Empress (Ma Geomhu).

There was no mistaking her identity. I knew her better than anyone.

The woman before me was the Namgung Bi-ah from my past life, the one who had died for me.

Her hair, once an ethereal silver, had turned pure white. Her face was unchanged, but the atmosphere around her was entirely different.

If Namgung Bi-ah had an ethereal, dreamlike quality, then the Sword Demon Empress was like an abyss, dark and unknowable. Trying to …