The world around you felt distorted, like time itself had fractured in your hands. As you stood there in the ruins, your mind tried to grasp the enormity of what had just occurred. It felt as though reality itself was slipping through your fingers. Yet, amidst the chaos, there was a presence that made everything feel a little less broken, a little more whole.

A soft hum reached your ears, a melody so familiar, yet distant. You turned, and there she was—Herrscher of Rebirth. Her long silver hair flowed like liquid moonlight, her ethereal gaze fixed on you with an intensity that spoke of worlds lost and reborn.

"I thought you'd be further away by now," you said, your voice soft but filled with a strange sense of familiarity.

She tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with an emotion that was hard to place, but you could feel the weight of it in your chest. It was as if she, too, was seeing you for the first time—truly seeing you, not as an enemy or ally, but as something far deeper, something that transcended the battlefield.

"Time," she murmured, her voice like the rustling of leaves, "is not as fixed as you think. I do not exist in it the same way you do." Her words were cryptic, but there was a truth to them, something profound that you couldn't yet understand. "And neither do you. You are here because I allowed it."