Behind Gabriel, there stood a young woman. Her long hair came down to her waist, draping over her shoulders like a waterfall of silk.
"Who are y-"
She opened her lips, but before she could even complete her question, she stopped.
A sharp pain spread around her throat as a thin line of blood spread across her throat.
"I don't like talking to puppets."
She heard a voice and footsteps that were getting distant. The man was no longer in front of her.
She wanted to turn around, but she couldn't. She lost blood as she dropped to her knees, holding her throat.
She tried to stop bleeding, but she could not do that.
At this moment, her life flashed before her eyes as she was surrounded by her blood.
She was born in this world, but she had never seen her parents. She was an orphan.
There were many people in this world who were able to become mage, after awakening elements. But she was not one of them.
