Chapter 291 Who are you?

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Nyra hesitated at first... The air around her seemed to still, as if the world itself held its breath. Before her stood a woman whose beauty was not of this earth; she was radiant, silver-white, and shimmering with an otherworldly glow. Her presence was both soothing and unnerving, like the calm before a storm. Nyra felt the weight of something ancient, something vast, pressing against her chest. This was no ordinary being. This was... something beyond comprehension. For a moment, doubt clawed at her. Her instincts screamed to run, to flee from the unknown. But Nyra was not one to back down. With a sharp exhale, she steeled herself and sat down, her crimson eyes locking onto the Lady in White with a fiery intensity. "Alright," Nyra said with her voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "So, are you finally going to tell me who you are?" This time, her tone was firm, less wary, and more commanding. She wasn't asking. She was demanding. The Lady in White chuckled with a sound so soft and melodic it seemed to dance on the air. Her amusement was palpable, as if Nyra's impatience was a delightful little quirk she found endearing. Experience tales with My Virtual Library Empire "As I've already said, little one," the lady began, her voice like a gentle breeze, "I have had many names over my short millennia of existence." She folded her hands elegantly in her lap, her movements fluid and deliberate. "Some have called me the Celestial Pearl. The boldest of adventurers have whispered my name as The Starry Companion. The dreamers, the poets, those with souls touched by art, have named me The Muse." She paused, her lips curving into a small, almost nostalgic smile. "And most recently, a little child I met not too long ago called me The Lady in White." Nyra blinked, her expression being unreadable. Then, in true Nyra fashion, she crossed her arms, gave a slow nod, and said, "Mmm. Never heard of you. Yep." The Lady in White laughed with a warm, genuine sound that seemed to fill the space around them. It wasn't mocking; it was affectionate, as if Nyra's blunt honesty was a rare treasure. Her gaze softened, becoming almost maternal, patient, knowing, and filled with an infinite understanding. "I'd be surprised if you had, little Nyra," she admitted while tilting her head slightly. "But... I had thought some of your people might still remember me." Nyra's brows furrowed. "My people?" "Yes."@@@@ A heavy pause hung between them, thick with unspoken meaning. "Wait," Nyra said, her voice being sharp. "You mean humans?" The Lady in White's lips curved into an amused smile, and she rested a delicate hand against her glowing cheek. "Oh my... Do you truly believe you are human?" Nyra stiffened, her body going rigid. "I'm... not?" The Lady's expression softened, her silver eyes filled with a quiet sadness. "Mmm. While it is true that your people share a connection with the humans, you are not the same. The humans created by my sister were gifted superior mental abilities. But your kind... were made for something else. Something greater. You were given superior physical capabilities." Her gaze held Nyra's, steady and unyielding. "But the moment that blood runs dry—" she added, her tone calm yet final. "You will truly die." Silence fell, thick and oppressive. Nyra's fingers curled into fists, her nails digging into her palms. "So... I'm just waiting for the end?" she muttered, her voice hollow. "That's it? No way out?" With her head lowered and her crimson eyes darkening with despair. "Is there no way for you to help me?" The Lady in White tilted her head slightly, her expression thoughtful. "Well," she mused, her voice carrying a hint of amusement, "some people these days call me a goddess... but I am not one." She lifted two slender fingers, the gesture deliberate and graceful. "That being said, there are two ways for you to escape death." Nyra's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. "Two...?" she echoed, her voice barely audible. "Tell me. What are they?" she demanded with her voice sharp with desperation. The Lady in White's expression remained calm, her silver eyes unreadable. "The first option," she began, her tone measured, "is for you to become one of my flowers here in my sanctuary." Nyra frowned, her brow furrowing in confusion. "What?" "What people call a'soul' is merely a recording of what you are. A whisper of yourself, made of pure energy. "And energy—" the Lady's voice was steady, unwavering"—is neither created nor destroyed. It only transforms." She gestured gracefully to the glowing white flowers surrounding them, their petals shimmering like fragments of moonlight. "Using that energy, I could turn you into one of my flowers. That way, you would never die. You would remain here... in my garden. For all eternity." Nyra's stomach twisted, a wave of revulsion washing over her. "That's not an option," she said instantly while shaking her head. "I'm not spending eternity as a flower." The Lady in White smiled knowingly, as if she had expected this response. "I didn't think it would be." "Then tell me the second one," Nyra asked with her voice sharper now, edged with desperation. For the first time, something amusing flickered in the Lady's expression. A small, almost mischievous smile graced her lips. "Ah, the second option..." she mused, her tone light, almost playful. She rose from her chair, her movements fluid and graceful, and turned toward the endless expanse of the white garden. "Well, that one depends on him." Nyra blinked, her confusion deepening. "Him? Who—" The Lady raised a hand, her silver eyes narrowing slightly. "It would be best if you covered your ears, little Nyra." Nyra barely had time to process the warning before the air around them shifted. A presence appeared in the garden, thick, malevolent, and suffocating; it split through the tranquility of the garden like a blade. Black energy surged, writhing and twisting as if alive, filling the air with a palpable sense of dread. It was as if the darkness itself had awakened, hungry and unrelenting.

Chapter 291 Who are you?

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