The woman remained standing amidst the wreckage for several moments, her chest rising and falling slowly while fragments of shattered soul matter continued drifting through the air around us.
Her eyes remained fixed entirely on me. Mostly with confusion and caution.
Around us, the armada had become unnaturally quiet. Thousands of souls watched from distant ships while commanders remained suspended in the sky, none of them making the slightest move. The destruction of the fleet's strongest attack had clearly changed the mood of the battlefield.
Eventually she exhaled slowly.
"Who exactly are you?"
The question sounded genuine. Simply a woman trying to understand what had suddenly appeared in the middle of her fleet and turned everything upside down within minutes.
I looked around briefly before shrugging.
"Just a passerby who you attacked without even introduction."
For a moment she simply stared at me. Then a tired laugh escaped her.
"A passerby?"
"That's right."
