Slowly, I opened my eyes.
The grand throne room remained exactly as I remembered it.
Broken pillars leaned against cracked walls. Blood stained the white marble floor, while countless corpses lay where they had fallen.
I lowered my gaze toward my body.
My armor was torn beyond recognition, stained with dried blood from countless wounds.
Yet...
There wasn't a single injury left on my skin.
Not one.
I slowly clenched my fist.
Strength flowed through my body as though I had never fought at all.
"...Impossible."
I clearly remembered the battle.
By the time I had killed the Crown Prince, my body had already reached its limit.
Broken bones.
Ruptured muscles.
Dozens of fatal wounds.
I should have died sitting upon this throne.
Yet somehow...
I was alive.
My fingers unconsciously touched the bracelet wrapped around my wrist.
The old bracelet Mother had fastened onto my arm before sending my brother and me to the river all those years ago.
It looked exactly the same.
