Argider's surroundings shimmered as if the dreamlike palace were a living, breathing entity. The walls, glowing with an iridescent pulse, whispered faint echoes of voices long gone. The masked figure stood tall in the throne room, their presence commanding and suffocating.
"Do you remember me, Argider?" the masked figure sneered, their voice cutting through the haze like a blade. "Or do you only remember your victories and forget the lives you shattered?"
Argider froze. The figure's voice carried a haunting familiarity, tugging at the edges of her fragmented memories. Then, as if a floodgate had opened, visions from a past life surged forward.
