Just before Akashmir's crimson lightning struck, I quietly reflected.
I was painfully aware that I wasn’t yet strong enough to fight against someone like her.

It couldn’t be helped.
It had been less than three months since I awakened as Yuria.
Even if I kept growing, and maybe one day I could catch up, for now, there simply hadn’t been enough time.

At this rate, I’d be pierced through and killed by that massive, ferocious lightning bolt.
No matter what miracle might occur, it was an immutable fate already sealed.

“Well, I believe in the original …