Tears began streaming down her cheeks, but these weren't tears of grief or rage. These were tears of completion. Of finding a piece of herself she'd never known was missing.
"I got it," she whispered, her voice breaking with emotion. "My father's... SS-Rank talent... Gravity Manipulation."
Arthur nodded, understanding the magnitude of what had just occurred.
Jasmine wasn't just a healer anymore—she was a force of nature, carrying abilities that could reshape battlefields.
The mercury guardian slowly descended to one knee, its liquid form pooling gracefully as it assumed a position of absolute submission.
"Congratulations... Master."
Arthur raised an eyebrow at the unexpected display of reverence.
Master? That's... significant.
Jasmine frowned, confusion replacing the joy that had lit her features moments before.
"I'm not your master. That was my father."
The mercury guardian remained kneeling, its head bowed in perfect deference.
