Echoes of a Forgotten Sin

Sheira's POV:

As the Heian lunged at me, time seemed to slow down. Its eyes, glowing ominously, were the last thing I saw before everything went black.

But then, just as suddenly, I was back. The Heian was inches away from me, its claws outstretched. But it wasn't attacking. It was... bowing?

I blinked, disoriented. The Heian, the creature I had thought was about to attack me, was showing a sign of respect? It was almost unbelievable. But there it was, bowing before me.

"Eamon," I called out, my voice shaky. He rushed to my side, his eyes wide with surprise as he took in the scene.

"Sheira, what...?" He trailed off, as surprised as I was.

"I... I don't know, Eamon," I replied, my gaze still locked on the Heian.

As quickly as it had bowed, the Heian rose, its gaze meeting mine for one last time. Then, with a swift leap, it disappeared into the shadows, leaving us alone on the battlefield.