"You… What did you do?"
The Herald clicked her tongue in irritation and slowly pulled the knife from her throat. Blood spilt for a brief moment—but the wound closed almost instantly.
For any ordinary human, such an injury would have meant certain death.
But Agnosia was no ordinary being.
Even stripped of most of her divinity, she had once been the Titan of Life itself. Her body carried overwhelming vitality, a remnant of the authority that had once governed all living things. Flesh knit together. Torn veins sealed. Skin reformed as if time itself had reversed.
To her, such an injury was nothing.
Yet as the last traces of the wound disappeared, Agnosia frowned.
Something felt… wrong.
Her fingers pressed lightly against her throat as she observed the subtle changes within her body. The healing had worked—but the sensation afterwards was unfamiliar. For the first time in thousands of years, Agnosia felt something she had never experienced before.
