Chapter 58

All of a sudden, a tiny dart flew across the battlefield and hit Seraphine's chin. Without consent, she removed the dart and was about to continue her attacks on Freya when her vision became blurry, and she fell heavily to the ground. The once-confident and malicious Seraphine was now disoriented and helpless.

From a faraway distance, a familiar but unknown voice rang into Freya's ear, interrupting the chaos around her. "Freya... It's me, Christine."

Freya turned around slowly to see where the voice came from, and her eyes widened in astonishment. There, standing before her, was a young girl dressed in baggy jeans and a dark hoodie. Her long hair flowed down her back like waterfalls, giving her an ethereal appearance. The girl's presence felt like a beacon of hope in the midst of the battlefield's darkness.

"You... you know me?" Freya stammered, her voice laced with confusion and curiosity, mingled with agony.

Christine smiled warmly, her