Crownless Reincarnation: New World? Nah I'd win-Chapter 105: Otherworlder [2]

His eyes were glued to the body of a dragon and a giant.

Akamir stepped closer, the glowing moss casting shifting shadows across his face.

The dragon’s remains were massive.

Its wings were folded beneath its ribcage, bones cracked and covered in layers of dust.

The giant beside it was no less imposing—its skull split at the center, one enormous hand resting limply over a rusted axe.

"They fought each other," Akamir muttered, staring at the claw marks on the giant’s chest and the crushed ribs of the dragon. "And they died here."

"This..." Nayomi whispered grimly. "This seems familiar."

Akamir looked at her then at the mimickers.

"You found this just now?"

"Yes, master," the mimicker replied in its hollow voice. "This chamber was sealed until earlier this evening. The ground above weakened."

Akamir narrowed his eyes. "Show me everything."

The mimicker pointed toward the back wall of the chamber, where a long stone mural was half-buried in the ground.

It was ancient, cracked and weathered, but parts of the carving still shone with faded enchantment.

Akamir walked towards it and just as he reached closer—

The enchantment shone even brighter.

’Fuck.’

Akamir instinctively readied himself for whatever might come but...

...Nothing threatening happened.

Instead, a figure began to materialize in the air.

A figure of a woman.

She was tall with her full body on display wearing a plain black robe.

Her hair a shade of white, while her eyes were covered by a barbed blindfold.

’...Who?’

Akamir glanced at Nayomi.

Only to freeze in his place.

Tears streamed down her eyes as she looked at the woman.

The woman finally smiled.

"It’s been a while."

She said, her voice soft.

"Nayomi."

Akamir didn’t move.

The air in the chamber felt heavier all of a sudden, like the place itself was holding its breath.

Nayomi stood frozen, her hands clenched tightly by her side.

Akamir looked between the ghostly figure and Nayomi, unsure what to say.

The mimickers remained perfectly still, as if sensing this moment wasn’t meant to be disturbed.

"...Eira?" Nayomi’s voice cracked, barely audible.

The woman smiled again. "You remembered me."

Nayomi took a step forward, then another. Her voice shook. "I thought you were... I thought you died."

The woman’s image flickered gently, like a flame in still air. "No. Not yet, at least. Though... I’m not exactly alive either."

Akamir furrowed his brows. "Who is she?"

Nayomi gave the faintest nod, still staring at the figure.

"Eira." She whispered, her voice broken. "She is one of my classmates."

"You are still like this, aren’t you?" The woman, Eira pouted like a little girl. "Is it that hard to say, I am your best friend?"

Nayomi let out a shaky breath, somewhere between a laugh and a sob.

"...Yeah," she said, her voice trembling. "You’re my best friend."

Eira’s smile widened, but it didn’t reach her eyes. "Took you long enough."

Akamir stepped back, giving them space. He didn’t know what kind of bond they had, but whatever this was, it felt... pure.

Nayomi wiped at her eyes. "I really thought you were gone forever."

"I nearly was," Eira said, her voice soft and steady. "But I held on... in case you ever returned."

"Wait, are you even alive?" Akamir couldn’t help but ask. "How are you even talking?"

Eira smiled before she pointed at her blindfolded eyes.

"You see, I have the ability to peek into the future," she answered. "Even though I am still in the past, I can tell what you might ask."

’So, it’s a recording according to what we asked?’ Akamir wondered, still confused.

"Wait, I thought you couldn’t interact or change the future," Nayomi said, her voice doubtful. "Then why now?"

"True, I can’t change the destined future," she replied with a slight nod. "But I can definitely interfere with the faithless and fateless."

Eira looked at Akamir and smiled. "And we have the exact person for it."

Akamir tilted his head. ’Is she talking about me?’

Though, after thinking about it for a while, Akamir could understand her words.

He wasn’t of this world, nor did he have faith in anything.

He did fit the criteria.

"What... What happened to you?" Nayomi asked, getting a hold on herself. "I thought you died... before my rebellion."

"Like I said, I am technically dead," she replied, shaking her head. "But I am dead in terms of mortals."

Nayomi frowned. "What?"

The image of Eira flickered once again.

"I don’t have much time," she said, her expression turning serious. "A lot happened after your sacrifice, Class Rep."

The look on Nayomi’s face changed and Akamir couldn’t tell what she was thinking.

Nayomi’s lips parted, but no sound came out.

Her eyes trembled with something deeper than fear—remorse, maybe. Or guilt.

"...Don’t call me that," she finally said, barely above a whisper.

Eira’s image softened again. "But you were. The class representative. The one we all looked up to."

Nayomi looked away, arms tightening across her chest. "And what did that title bring us?"

"Pain," Eira said quietly. "Loss. But it wasn’t your fault."

Akamir watched her carefully. "So... what exactly happened? What do you mean by ’after the sacrifice’?"

Eira parted her lips to speak but stopped.

She then looked back at Nayomi. "Can you tell your boyfriend to stop interrupting—"

"He is not my boyfriend!"

"I am not her boyfriend!"

They both shut her down immediately.

Eira giggled like a little girl before she looked at them once again.

"I want to talk a lot but I don’t have enough time," she whispered, her voice low. "But there is one thing that you should know."

Eira’s voice turned grim. "Even after all that... you are still under the influence of Golden Sun, Nayomi."

"What!?" Nayomi snapped, glaring at her. "Don’t give me that bullshit—"

"It’s true," she replied. "As much as I want it to be false... he never lost control over us or anyone in that matter."

Nayomi’s lips parted again, but no words came out. Her eyes flickered with disbelief.

"No... That’s not possible," she muttered, almost to herself.

"I—I burned the mark. I cut all ties. I felt it—he doesn’t control me anymore."

Eira’s expression didn’t change. "That’s what he wanted you to believe."

Silence fell between them again.

Akamir quietly looked at her without any words.

"Why?" Nayomi whispered in disbelief. "Why... are you telling me this?"

"So, you can be ready," Eira replied in a grim voice. "For what is about to come."

Nayomi looked like she wanted to say something but her lips remained still.

Eira smiled softly.

"It sucks to know even after all that nothing has changed, right?" she whispered. "But don’t give up, Nayomi."

Nayomi finally looked at her.

"This isn’t the end," she continued, softly as tears of blood began to drop down her eyes. "You need to be brave for what future you have to face."

Finally, the woman looked towards me. "Go to the World Tree of Elves. You will find what you need."

Eira looked at Nayomi and then at me.

"Oh, faithless, look after her," she said, in a small lovable voice.

"She is nothing but a broken soul."

Her figure flickered one last time before the hologram vanished.

There was a long silence after that.

That was broken by the mimicker.

"There is something else—"

Akamir glared at it, making it stop midway.

’This stupid fuck.’