The Usual Stuff

It was only her head on the coin, but it had been delicately crafted. And simmering beneath the surface of that innocent image was an untold power.

And startlingly, the face was familiar to Han Sen. He knew of a person who's face looked exactly like the one on the coin. It took a while for him to remember her image, due to him having only seen this woman once.

When the Empty Witch ascended to the Third God's Sanctuary, a spirit escorted her through the door that manifested in the air.

Han Sen's remembrance of that spirit's face was a little woozy. A lot had been going on when he saw her, and it was a very long time ago. So, even though his memory of it was fuzzy at first, it was now coming back to him.

Staring at the coin intently, Han Sen couldn't shake the feeling that it really was her. The resemblance, at least, was uncanny.