After an unknown amount of time, Glara slowly opened her eyes.
This time, she was not in a white room with almost no furniture, but in a rather cozy room that looked like a very ordinary dwelling of some person.
Glara looked around her body while her mind raced through the events that had happened earlier.
"I've become a Phantom? Well, even though I didn't become the Naturalborn Phantom, it's still just great news. Perhaps it's even better." Glara smiled bitterly.
She realized that the mere fact that an ordinary person without a Spark like her could become a Phantom was already incredible.
But, humans were designed in such a way, that once given the opportunity to achieve something more valuable or higher, previous options or accomplishments began to seem less meaningful.
