Calixte Arc

The enchanted bullet struck through the shadow, but I didn't have much time to admire my handy work. I thought I clamped down on my mind with iron, but the force drawing me back into my memories came back with a vengeance. The world swam again and drifted into the misty reality of my mind and my memories...

Only it wasn't my memories. I could tell by the context of the misty world that there were memories. I was all too familiar with this state of mind now, but as the mist swirled around me and became solid form, I was in a room I recognized.

Only because I was just there when I followed the source of these attacks back. This was the room of the woman who was orchestrating the memory attacks on me.

She channeled her mana into the crest, watching as the Aquitaine team slowly surrounded the trap.

As more plans landed and they were forced to retreat, the watcher brought her mirror up. She channeled her mana into it, creating a two-way reflection with her team.

"Commander."

"W