Adolfa's POV
I never thought a day would come when I'd stand in front of a mirror and not recognize the woman looking back at me. The memories of my past—the killing, the power, the chaos—still haunted me. I didn't know why she wanted me to return to "my world," but after seeing who I used to be, the message was clear.
I had been deadly. Dangerous. Unstoppable.
"You must return," she had whispered. Her voice was soft and distant, like the wind stirring old memories.
Now I understood what she meant. The path I was walking didn't belong to the girl pretending to live a normal life, without blood and violence. I had seen it all—the screams, the burning villages, the warriors I defeated with just a wave of my hand. My hands weren't clean. Not back then, and definitely not now.
