Chapter 687: Theia
While the world seemed to have gone full-on insanity mode over Nefertiti and what her ascension to the next level meant, the girl or rather phoenix in question, on the other hand, found herself surprisingly calm as she opened her eyes in her inner world settled deep within her mind.
“How distasteful.” She muttered gently while looking at what was supposed to be the reflection of her inner self.
It was a world filled with mirrors. Thousands upon thousands of mirrors, all reflecting her at different times of her life. From the moment she was born to the day she met Sol.
“I did not expect that my true self was such a narcissistic bitch.” She chuckled and started advancing, ignoring the reflections. She understood well what this meant.
This twisted inner self was once her truth. The realization that she was, in the end, nothing but a honey trap. Born with no authority on her own. Not even the authority to dictate her own life. A puppet of fate, whose road had already been established before she was even born.
Her steps stopped as she was about to leave the forest of mirrors. Her limbs were caught in dozens of chains, inanimate objects binding her to this accursed place.
The reflections in the mirrors were all smiling at her. A fake smile that was made to hide all the emotions they felt within. A mask worn to protect themselves from the harsh reality of the world.
“Truly. It is so very pitiful. You seem to be misunderstanding something,” Nefertiti stopped herself from trying to leave, and with a wave of her hand, she broke one of the mirrors close to her. “I do not fear myself.”
For the next few minutes, her inner world was overwhelmed with the noises of shattering mirrors.