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Margaret felt the situation off.
All around her, the bodies of slain monsters lay in heaps. Her blade dripped with their blood. And yet, it wasn't the violence that unsettled her.
It was the familiarity.
This scene… it was just like before.
The Kingdom of Illenia.
On the day of its destruction, the situation was eerily similar. Illenia had only been the size of a large village, but it was her home. The demons had overrun it completely. Their native knights had fought bravely, but in the end, it hadn't been enough.
And in the massacre, she had lost her mother.
Her people were forced to migrate and flee to Aetherion with nothing even bordering their pride as natives of Illenia.
And now, this sense of déjà vu didn't come from the attack on the Silver University Tower months ago.
It was that day again.
