"... Who are you?"
As my voice echoed in the indescribably vast expanse, the white-haired Elf in front of me kept smiling. Her clear face depicted no surprise or offence.
She honestly looked just like Emilia. However…
"What do you mean?"
"You're not Emilia. Something doesn't feel right." I muttered, taking a few steps back.
I noticed that I could now move my body properly, but now wasn't the time to be focused on such trivialities.
"So, please tell me the truth. What's going on here? Where exactly is here? And who are you?"
I was sure I died at the hands of the Nether. When all my memories returned, I remembered how the Nether destroyed my body, soul, and all the other duplicates I had made.
With my soul destroyed, I wasn't even supposed to exist. Yet, here I was talking to someone who claimed to be Emilia, in a place I didn't know of.
Everything felt off.
"I see. You have an incredible perception. Or, rather, maybe I made an error in my presentation of your lover…"