Chapter 99: More Than One Variable
"What in the world...?" Victoria muttered, brows furrowing as she flicked her arm outward, a ripple of divine energy tracing her fingertips.
"Goddess’ Divine Light," she chanted, her voice like silk dipped in authority.
In an instant, a warm golden glow engulfed Aveline’s battered form. The wounds carved by the earlier crimson blast mended rapidly, flesh knitting and torn fabric sealing as if time itself had rewound around her body.
"That should do it," Victoria said with a satisfied smile, her eyes gleaming as she turned to glance back at Marcus and Cynthia. The once-ominous necrotic wall had already disintegrated, its sickly flicker gone without a trace.
"Eh...?" she blinked, visibly taken aback.
Her crimson gaze landed on Cynthia—and froze.
Confusion flickered across her face, giving way to disbelief. Cynthia’s attire wasn’t just new—it was endgame-tier gear, glowing faintly with dormant enchantments. The kind of equipment that only manifested after a long, arduous story arc.
’Isn’t that supposed to happen like... a few months later...?’ Victoria thought, stunned.
But then her memory clicked into place. Her eyes drifted to Marcus.
Right. Him.
Another transmigrator—like her.