Asher watched, feeling the blood in his veins chill as Ravina cautiously approached the unconscious, chained Cedric.
He struggled to comprehend what he was witnessing. His daughter, barely weeks old in his reality, was somehow standing before him, grown, powerful, and fierce. It made no sense—Cedric hadn't died here, had never risen as Asher, and had never even met Rowena. How could Ravina possibly exist?
His thoughts splintered, but before he could piece them together, Ravina knelt beside Cedric.
Her voice was soft yet determined as she reached gently towards his bindings, her dark golden eyes full of concern and warmth. "Don't worry, Papa. I'm going to get you out of here, and then we will handle—"
A blinding flash of radiant white mana tore through the air and slammed violently into Ravina's body.
"Ravina!" Asher instinctively called out in shock and worry but he couldn't even reach out to help her.
