Ziiing—!

"Ugh."

Julien instinctively clutched his head. The woman’s words felt like they were splitting his skull open.

Gritting his teeth, he asked again, “What are you saying?”

But the woman did not answer. She simply began to vanish into the darkness, her form dissipating gradually.

It was then Julien realized—this was not a being he could interact with.

It was merely a projection, a manifestation of energy that had infiltrated his mind.

He didn’t know who she was, but a possibility crossed his mind.

“The Saintess from a thousand years ago?”

The woman had worn a necklace—a necklace Julien …