Jax knew she was a Celestial.
Both he and Jennifer had been surprised when her memories revealed it. A genuine Celestial hiding behind the title of Paladin.
From the knowledge he had gathered during his time at the academy, Jax understood what that word meant. Celestials were once very common in the world.
They weren't some special race or divine beings walking among mortals. They were simply people. Ordinary people who were chosen and blessed by the gods themselves.
The gods selected them based on whatever caught their fancy. A trait. A quality. A moment of brilliance or defiance or beauty that made a deity look down and say, "That one."
And in return, they were granted powers so absurd that entire wars were decided by their presence alone.
In ancient times, it was said that each kingdom had at least ten Celestials walking among its population.
But then the numbers dwindled. Generation after generation, fewer appeared. Until there were none.
