From the balcony above, the Mistress of the orphanage watched. Her calm mask broke for the first time. Her lips curled, slow and deliberate, into a smile that dripped with satisfaction.
"A celestial mage… born in the lower realm," she whispered, her voice sharp as a knife's edge.
Her grin widened, eyes glinting with dark intent.
"Fate has been generous. Very generous indeed."
Below, Selaih stood trembling, her power glowing like a beacon none of them could unsee.
And from that moment, the world she once knew would never look at her the same way again.
From the balcony above, the Mistress of the orphanage watched. Her calm mask broke for the first time. Her lips curled, slow and deliberate, into a smile that dripped with satisfaction.
"A celestial mage… born in the lower realm," she whispered, her voice sharp as a knife's edge.
Her grin widened, eyes glinting with dark intent.
"Fate has been generous. Very generous indeed."
Below, Selaih stood trembling, her power glowing like a beacon none of them could unsee.
And from that moment, the world she once knew would never look at her the same way again.