The air between them felt heavy, charged with the calm before a storm. Aisha's fists clenched at her sides, her heart pounding. Even though part of her wanted to refuse, a strange sense of trust tugged at her.
"Just… listen to me," Yuki added quietly. "When the time comes, everything will make sense."
Aisha's eyes narrowed, a mix of doubt and determination. "I… I will trust you—for now. But I will not forget my purpose."
Yuki nodded. "Good. Then prepare yourself… the path you take from here will change everything."
The faint glow of mana still surrounded Aisha, trembling but contained, as if the world itself waited for her next move.
Yuki looked at her quietly.
"Alright," he said. "I will send you back in time. But remember—I will help you only this once. If you cannot change the future… then that will be your problem. I won't be able to help you again."
Aisha lowered her head slightly.
"Before I go… I want to know your name," she said softly.
