Asher looked down.
Now he wore shackles—each link a moment of failure.
Each shackle showed what he knew. "This place really does reflect my first life, huh," he murmured, easily breaking them. "Pity. I already pierced through the illusions in different realm."
As he stepped forward, the chains that once bound him shattered effortlessly. He turned to Valeris. Her chains had broken too—but when it came to Valeria, things were different.
He didn't know enough about her—couldn't reach her, couldn't help her.
She would have to free herself.
But just as he thought that, the air shimmered. Keys of light floated around her, and one by one, her chains began to break.
Valeris's eyes opened once again.
"Are you alright?" Asher asked, stepping closer—but then, sudden laughter echoed around them.
The Echo-Killers had arrived.
Valeris turned to face them, the Sovereign Keys still flaring behind her. The echoes twisted in the mist, their forms half-formed, half-forgotten.
