And Ada, looking at the huge painting facing her, saw on the throne an existence wearing the imperial crown, identical to herself, and she stared blankly, lost in thought. Fleeting scenes of the past surfaced in her mind, yet, when she tried to focus and remember, it was as if she couldn't recall anything.
"I really... can't remember anything, the previous era, what exactly happened to me... Eight thousand of my Black Warriors following me, right? Now, is there only you left?"
The black-robed elder respectfully seated Ada at the head of the table. Ada touched her forehead and her face showed a hint of fatigue; she truly couldn't remember.
