The friends remained silent, their eyes fixed on the mysterious woman and the child nestled in her arms. An eerie, serene stillness blanketed the island as if nature itself held its breath to hear her speak.
"Like you all suspect," the woman finally said, her voice carrying the weight of ancient echoes, "I'm not human. I'm not even from your world… or this universe. I do not belong to this multiverse or even this entity."
Her words rippled through the group like a cold breeze, leaving everyone stunned.
"Then… who are you?" Pythagoras asked, forcing himself to speak despite the dread clawing at his chest. "No, I mean—what race are you?"
"Me?" she said softly, her eyes shimmering with ageless wisdom. "I am of the Legend race—the origin of all beings. The first of all races. The Primogenitor of all worlds."
The friends stared blankly, their confusion deepening.
"I don't understand," Arthur said, trying to piece her words together. "What do you mean?"
