“I’ll do this one last time—let me return with my memories.”
Twenty-nine lives lost for my sake… This time, I wanted to shield them with my own hands, even just once. Those poor, pitiful souls—my people—deserved that much.
And so, Elysia’s thirtieth and final regression began.
The threads of fate shifted, as if finally falling into place. A child born without the divine “sign” in a family blessed by God’s protection—their life had been nothing but hardship. Slowly, the truth unraveled: the curse masquerading as divine blessing had all started with a single person…
Comment