"Utar is dead. The brothers are dead. Corvus's guard is dead, and he himself has fled," a melodious female voice spared no consideration for Ida's feelings. "Humanity has once again lost to the Winding Mind. An obvious inevitability."
The woman standing before Ida possessed incredible beauty. As if sculpted from the ideals of countless generations of humans, she appeared like a goddess. And yet, something about her seemed vaguely familiar to Ida.
"You should have died," the woman said in a detached tone. "But you didn't."
The stranger's light, airy garments swayed in time with her words.