Karlia was locked in an endless rollercoaster of emotions.
Her heart constantly raced anytime she saw Jared—no, Lewis Griffith in Jared's body.
He seemed surprised that she would be able to recognize him despite his new form, but that was simply underestimating her sensory abilities. Since their Souls were linked by her Original Magic, Karlia had been able to tell the moment she looked at him.
Even though the bond wasn't as strong as a Soul Brand, the moment he appeared in front of her, she instantly recognized him.
'I-I can't believe this! H-he's alive?!' Her heart was racing at an unbelievable speed.
Through the years—for over five centuries—she had sought ways to bring him back, yet here Lewis was, right in front of her.
'Oh, no! He must think I'm his enemy! I'm in the Nether Cult, and I even wanted us to kill Jared because he was troublesome!' Her thoughts were suddenly rushing in.
How was she going to explain her way out of this mess?
"Lewis, I—"
