Historical Overlap

The view before him changed once again.

The battlefield was gone, only to be replaced by an enormous and dim hall. Rhode vaguely saw odd, complicated patterns on the floor that resembled magical rituals. Standing before him were six indistinct, pitch-black figures.

"It is beyond our expectations. The power of Chaos is getting stronger."

This voice is…

Rhode turned to the voice and as though responding to his thoughts, a particular figure was lit up by a lamp above, instantly revealing her petite stature. He couldn't be more familiar with her—the long, pitch-black hair, mesmerizing purple pupils, and almost identical face.

Christie.