Chapter 10: Valeria
Adam opened his eyes, feeling something lightly brush against his neck. His gaze instantly locked onto a pair of red eyes, glowing like molten steel—right in front of his face.
The woman stared at him without emotion. Her body, which had been covered in wounds and blood just the day before, was now completely healed—not a trace of a cut or bruise remained. Her skin was smooth, pristine, as if it had never been touched. She radiated power—and something unfathomable.
She looked him straight in the eye and asked: "You’re the one who treated me?"
Adam didn’t respond. Her voice—soft, melodic, like a blend of windchimes and whispered wind—hit him harder than any words ever had. He stared at her, mouth slightly open, completely hypnotized.
She sighed quietly and whispered to herself: "Ah, right. A lower world."
Her figure shimmered for a brief moment. Her wings vanished, and the sharpness of her features softened slightly. She was still beautiful—unbelievably so—but no longer in a way that paralyzed the mind. Now, it was possible to look at her. And to breathe.
"Better now?" she asked calmly.
Adam swallowed and gave a small nod. It took effort to find his voice. "Yeah..."
"You treated me?" she asked again.
"I did," he replied quietly, meeting her gaze.
"Why?"