There was a little difference between the girl he met at the foot of the mountain and the girl... no, woman at the final checkpoint. Warden could tell both were the same person, though the one before him seemed to be half a decade older, with most of her innocence gone.
A mature charm had replaced the innocence. Some might say it was all worth it, considering how otherworldly gorgeous she was... Yet Warden couldn't help feeling a pang of sorrow looking at her.
"You promised to give your name after I catch up," Warden said, bottling up the unexplainable emotions growing inside of him.
"Who are you?" said the white-haired woman. "I don't remember promising you anything... I don't even remember ever meeting you."
Warden frowned.
"Wait, don't tell me," realisation dawned on her face, as her eyes widened. "You're one of my fans, who even climbed the cursed Elysian to stalk me."
Warden was dumbstruck.
