ANOTHER LIFE, DIFFERENT EYES.

Asimil had a dream. He was walking along an unfamiliar but strangely familiar path. He awoke with a jolt, as if he had been punched in the stomach. His body was drenched in sweat; the pain still felt real.

Already awake, he took the opportunity to go to the clan headquarters. This would be his new routine, and together with Sacres, he knew that everything would be fine.

He stopped at the threshold of the Harmony Clan. The digital sky of Altverse was a canvas of electric violets and blues with floating crystalline islands. The lights of the citadel, golden globes suspended like fireflies, emitted a warmth he would never find in his room, where there was only screaming and chaos. He took a deep breath and smiled.
As Asiml walked through the market, everything seemed familiar to him, although he didn't understand why. Then, a clear and desperate female voice said something he didn't quite understand....

— Asimil... —

When he heard those words, he froze. Assimil, who was it, why did it sound so familiar? He had to find out.
He entered the Harmony Clan. The place, a castle of dark wood and neon lights, felt like a great medieval tavern full of life: voices arguing, laughter and the clinking of tankards. Asiml spotted Sacres at a table near the fireplace and sat down across from him, trying to process the voice, the name and the strange familiarity of this world.

Before they could speak, a professional-looking young man from the clan approached them. — Excuse me — he said. — One name is missing from the new recruit's record, what is your name? —

Sacres looked at him, waiting for his answer, but Asimil was not listening. His mind was trapped in the echo of that voice.  — Eh...? Name? Ah, yes... —  stammered.

The young man became impatient. — We need your name for registration. —

Suddenly, without realizing it, Asimil shouted it.   — ¡ASIMIL! —

Silence fell. Everyone in the room looked at him. Asimil tried to explain himself, red with embarrassment, but Sacres patted him on the shoulder and said calmly: — It seems that your name was already waiting to be heard, Asimil. —

Although everything was confusing, a small certainty began to form in him: that was his name and his first real step in the Harmony Clan.
But the calm was broken. A growing murmur arose from the main entrance, charging the atmosphere with an electric curiosity. — Who arrived? — asked assimilated

Sacres narrowed his eyes. —  A new girl, it seems... — he murmured.

Then Asimil saw her. She was the center of everything. Not because of shining armor, but because of a lethal, urbane elegance: deep red hair, emerald green eyes, and a confident smile that defied any darkness. She wore a cream-colored jacket and skirt, as if she came from a more modern world, not a battle. She was magnetic and dangerous.

— Who is it? — he asked, unable to look away.

Sacres used his Eye of Clairvoyance, his analytical gaze. — I haven't decided yet — he murmured, and his cautious tone put Asimil on alert.

An impulse made him stand up. Their gazes met for an instant. Asimil searched for something in her eyes, but found only a cold appraisal, as if scanning an uninteresting object before returning to his conversation.

At that moment, an orc warrior, known for his clumsiness, deliberately tripped over her. — Oops, sorry, little princess! These corridors are too narrow for someone so... delicate! —

The room fell into an expectant silence. But there were no apologies or nervous smiles. Her smile disappeared, her eyes turned to ice. — Next time, watch where you're going — she said, her voice sharp as steel. — Clumsiness is no excuse for rudeness. —

The orc was dumbfounded. 

— What's wrong with him? — Asimil whispered to Sacres.

— Either she's very direct... or she's hiding something. Maybe she doesn't want to be touched — he replied.

A shudder ran through Asimil. Sacres was right. That girl, with her sunny smile and icy gaze, was an enigma. And for an instant, he felt it. Her voice... it vaguely reminded him of the whisper he had heard in the morning. Was there any connection between her and that voice?