Raphaela's POV:
"M-Master?!"
My voice trembled as I muttered in disbelief, my eyes widening in sheer shock.
This shouldn't be possible—at least, not yet.
For Master to return, the merging must be complete. He has to unite with all three iterations of himself. But… that has yet to happen. So how?
"How is this possible?"
I tilted my head, my gaze shifting toward Diana, who had taken several fearful steps backward. Her entire body trembled, her breathing ragged.
"What did you do, Diana?!"
I snapped, my voice laced with rage.
This was a problem—a severe one. If any step in Master's resurrection process were tampered with, complication are inevitable.
"…I didn't do anything," Diana stammered.
My attention flickered back to Master—or what should have been Master. He stood utterly motionless, his unreadable gaze fixed upon us.
"Haah,"
I exhaled sharply.