Logan returned once again to the place where he had seen the robed man battling the demons.
But this time… it was different.
The battlefield was empty. No demons. No chaos. Only the robed man stood there alone — waiting, a faint chuckle playing on his lips.
The moment Logan opened his eyes, the man spoke. "Do you understand now?" he asked calmly. "Do you understand how to do it?"
Logan hesitated. His brows furrowed slightly.
"I'm… not sure. Maybe I do. But..." He paused, something weighing on his mind. "Who was that girl?" he asked, a strange sadness twisting in his chest.
The robed man looked at him quietly. "You still don't remember her?"
"Am I supposed to?" Logan replied, confusion evident in his voice. "That was my first time seeing her."
For a brief moment, silence lingered between them. Then the man spoke again, his tone softer this time. "Don't worry. Someday, you will."
He turned slightly, his robe swaying gently.
