Memories of her past life flooded her mind, the knowledge and experiences of countless generations of musicians and artists flowing through her veins. She remembered the joy of creation, the thrill of performance, the power of music to move hearts and souls.
And she remembered her death, the tragic end to her mortal life, cut short by a white dragon that had appeared out of nowhere. But now, she had been reborn, her spirit infused with divine power. She had a second chance, a chance to fulfill her destiny and protect the world from the encroaching darkness.
Thud! Jian Gang landed gracefully before her.
"Do you really remember who you are?" he asked, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and concern.
Marlowe looked at Jian Gang and nodded slowly. "I-I think so..."
Brittany, seeing the demons falling around them, cautiously approached Marlowe, uncovering her ears.