In the far north, where the mountains touched the heavens and the air was thin and cold, there stood a tower.
It was not a tower of stone.
It was a tower of light.
Crystalline spires rose from the earth like frozen prayers, their surfaces shimmering with an inner radiance that never dimmed. The walls were white as snow, etched with ancient runes that glowed with golden fire. Bridges of solidified light connected the spires, and at the center—tallest of them all—stood the main keep.
Celestial Tower Academy.
The most prestigious magical institution in the northern kingdoms and the most exclusive.
The Headmaster, a tall man stood at the highest window of the central spire.
His hair was silver-grey, immaculately styled, not a single strand out of place. His suit was fine white silk, embroidered with golden thread that caught the light. Over it, he wore a ceremonial gown bearing the crest of Celestial Tower, a sunburst over a tower of light.
His eyes were the color of molten gold.
Cold.
Calculating.
Unforgiving.
Lord Cassius Vane. Headmaster of Celestial Tower Academy and head of the Vane family. One of the Six Great Noble Houses and the man known throughout the kingdom as—
The Crimson Executor.
He stood before a window that overlooked the training grounds below.
Dozens of students moved in perfect synchronization, their movements precise, their magic controlled. They were the best of the best, nobles from the greatest families, prodigies who had been trained since birth, heirs to legacies that stretched back centuries.
Not a single commoner among them.
Because Celestial Tower did not accept commoners.
Ever.
Cassius watched them with cold, assessing eyes.
"The inter-school magic and sword arts festival draws near."
His voice was soft.
Controlled.
Dangerous.
"This time, I don't plan to lose to Azure Academy."
He turned from the window, his gown sweeping behind him.
"This year's candidates are promising."
A woman approached from behind him.
She was tall and elegant, her dark hair pulled back in a severe bun. Her uniform marked her as an instructor—a silver sunburst pinned to her collar.
"Lord Cassius."
She bowed respectfully.
"Is something bothering you?"
Cassius didn't turn.
"Not particularly. Just thinking about the upcoming festival."
He paused.
"How are the students faring?"
The instructor straightened.
"We have promising students this year, my lord."
She gestured toward the training grounds below.
"Most of the registered students are exceptional. Fortunately, the strongest have also registered."
She smiled slightly.
"Like Seiko Aniki."
Cassius's eyes flickered.
"Seiko Aniki."
"Yes, my lord. The strongest of the Aniki bloodline."
The instructor's voice carried a note of pride.
"A wind wielder without equal. No one else even hopes to compare."
Cassius turned, a faint smile on his lips.
"That's perfect."
He faced forward again, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon.
Where Azure Academy lay.
Where Gathar waited.
"Just wait and see, Gathar."
His voice dropped, barely above a whisper.
"I will beat you in this year's festival."
His fingers tightened around the windowsill.
"After all..."
His smile became sharp.
Cruel.
"...you allow commoners to compete for your sake."
Lord Cassius Vane was feared.
Not just respected.
Not just admired.
Feared.
He was the head of the Vane family, one of the Six Great Noble Houses. Their magic was crimson flame—fire so hot it could melt steel, so precise it could burn a single hair without touching the skin.
But Cassius was different, his flames were cruel.
They didn't just burn.
They consumed.
He was known as the Crimson Executor because of what he did during the Noble Rebellion twenty years ago.
A group of commoners had risen up, demanding rights, demanding representation, demanding equality.
Cassius had been sent to "negotiate."
He returned three days later.
Alone.
The rebellion was over. No one spoke of what happened.
But everyone knew.
He burned them all.
Every man, woman, and child who dared to challenge the natural order.
Since then, his name was spoken only in whispers.
And his hatred of commoners became legend.
The kingdom was ruled by six families.
They had been the pillars of society for centuries, their bloodlines tracing back to the first mages, their power absolute.
1. Eldridge Family — Water and Ice
Status: The most beloved of the Great Houses
Head: Duke Aldric Eldridge
Heir: Theo Eldridge (firstborn), Klein Eldridge (secondborn), Maria Eldridge (thirdborn), Maki Eldridge (fourthborn)
Reputation: Known for their kindness, their fairness, and their unwavering support of the common people. The Eldridge family had never mistreated a commoner, never abused their power, never forgotten that nobility was a privilege, not a right.
Magic: Water and Ice—flowing, adaptable, unstoppable.
Notable: The only Great House that actively welcomed commoners into their service. Many of the kingdom's most talented mages—regardless of birth—had been trained under Eldridge patronage.
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2. Vane Family — Crimson Flame
Status: The most feared of the Great Houses
Head: Lord Cassius Vane
Heir: Alistair Vane
Reputation: Known for their ruthlessness, their absolute belief in noble supremacy, and their willingness to do whatever it takes to maintain the "natural order."
Magic: Crimson Flame—burning, consuming, merciless.
Notable: The only Great House that refuses to acknowledge commoners as human. Cassius has publicly stated that commoners exist only to serve nobles, and that any commoner who rises above their station is a threat to be eliminated.
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3. Tempest Family — Lightning
Status: The most unpredictable of the Great Houses
Head: Lord Ronan Tempest
Heir: Lyra Tempest
Reputation: Known for their wild, untamed nature. The Tempests are storm-chasers, thrill-seekers, and brilliant mages who follow no rules but their own.
Magic: Lightning—fast, wild, devastating.
Notable: The Tempest family has never cared about social status. They respect power, not bloodlines. Many commoners have found unlikely allies among the Tempests.
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4. Aniki Family — Wind
Status: The most mysterious of the Great Houses
Head: Lord Kaze Aniki
Heir: Seiko Aniki
Reputation: Known for their silence, their discipline, and their absolute mastery of wind magic. The Aniki family speaks rarely, acts decisively, and never forgives a slight.
Magic: Wind—invisible, everywhere, inescapable.
Notable: Seiko Aniki is considered the strongest wind wielder of her generation. Some say she is the strongest in a century. She is Celestial Tower's champion, and the one Cassius is counting on to win the festival.
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5. Stone Family — Earth
Status: The most grounded of the Great Houses
Head: Lord Bram Stone
Heir: Darius Stone (firstborn), Clara Stone (secondborn)
Reputation: Known for their strength, their endurance, and their unbreakable will. The Stone family are the kingdom's builders, its defenders, its unshakeable foundation.
Magic: Earth—solid, immovable, eternal.
Notable: Unlike his father, Darius Stone does not share the other houses' disdain for commoners. He respects strength, regardless of birth. After his defeat at the hands of Maki Eldridge during the Azure Academy entrance exams, he transferred to Verdant Grove Academy to continue his training.
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6. Witsburg Family — Sand
Status: The most cunning of the Great Houses
Head: Duke Cedric Witsburg
Heir: Ivys Witsburg
Reputation: Known for their political acumen, their silver tongues, and their ability to turn any situation to their advantage. The Witsburgs are the kingdom's diplomats, its negotiators, its puppet masters.
Magic: Sand—shifting, deceptive, suffocating.
Notable: Ivys Witsburg is a student at Azure Academy. He is pragmatic above all else, and while he doesn't share Cassius's fanaticism, he understands the value of maintaining appearances.
Seiko Aniki
She stood alone in the training grounds, her silver hair whipping in the wind.
Her eyes were pale grey, almost white and completely devoid of emotion.
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Seiko Aniki.
Heir to the Aniki family.
The strongest wind wielder of her generation.
She was beautiful.
Cold.
Untouchable.
The other students kept their distance.
Not because they didn't want to approach her.
But because they couldn't.
Seiko's wind was always active. A constant, invisible barrier that kept everyone at arm's length.
She didn't speak.
She didn't smile.
She didn't feel.
Or so everyone thought.
The inter-school festival was more than a competition.
It was a statement.
Whichever academy won would hold power for the next year. Political power. Social power. Magical power.
The nobles of Celestial Tower saw it as a chance to reassert their dominance.
The nobles of Azure Academy saw it as a chance to prove that nobility meant nothing without skill.
And the commoners—
The commoners saw it as a chance to rise.
Cassius knew this.
He knew that Keith Nova—a commoner—had defeated Gathar in single combat.
He knew that Azure Academy was becoming a symbol of change.
And he hated it.
"Seiko."
The instructor bowed.
"Yes, my lord?"
"Ensure that she is ready."
Her eyes widened slightly.
"My lord?"
Cassius turned, his golden eyes burning.
"The festival is not just a competition."
His voice dropped, cold and cruel.
"It is a battle. And I intend to win."
The instructor bowed deeper.
"Understood, my lord."
She turned to leave.
Then—
"One more thing."
She paused.
"Yes?"
Cassius smiled.
"Should the commoner—Keith Nova—somehow make it to the finals..."
His smile widened.
"...I want Seiko to destroy him."
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The South — Azure Academy
Far to the south, in the heart of the kingdom, another academy stood.
Azure Academy.
Where commoners and nobles trained side by side. Well? Not exactly.
Where the Elite Class had accepted a four-attribute commoner. Where the headmaster had been defeated by a boy from a weapon shop.
Selena stood at the training grounds, watching her students.
Keith Nova.
Maki Eldridge.
Ivys Witsburg.
Garrick Thorn.
Elara Vance.
Linna Bellrose.
Satou Kazuki.
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"The festival is in one month," she murmured.
She looked at Keith, who was training with Satou.
She looked at Maki, who was sparring with Linna.
She looked at the others, each pushing themselves harder than ever.
Her lips curved into a small smile.
"Let's see what you can do."
Meanwhile, After night fell Keith was in the dorm preparing to meditate.
The room was quiet.
Peaceful.
The moonlight streamed through the window, casting silver patterns across the wooden floor.
Keith sat cross-legged on his bed, his hands resting on his knees.
He was nervous.
Man, it's been a while since I went back there.
He took a deep breath.
But this is for the best.
He closed his eyes, his breathing slowed, his mind cleared.
And then—he spoke the words.
"Konpaku ten'i taisen."
Keith's body went limp.
His breathing stopped.
His heart slowed.
And then—
His soul left.
It rose from his body like smoke, formless and invisible to the physical world. A shimmering, translucent version of himself, connected to his body by a thin thread of spiritual energy.
The silver cord.
The anchor.
The only thing that would bring him back, Keith looked down at his sleeping body.
Stay safe.
And then—
He moved.
He appeared in a world of grey.
Endless grey.
The sky was a flat, featureless expanse, neither dark nor light. The ground was a barren wasteland of cracked stone and shifting mist. There were no landmarks. No horizon. Just an infinite emptiness that stretched in every direction.
The phantom plane.
And yet—
It was not empty.
Keith stood in the middle of the grey. His spiritual body was visible now—a translucent version of himself, glowing faintly with grey energy.
He looked down at his hands.
Alright.
He clenched his fists.
Time to train.
His spiritual force exploded.
Not literally—but it felt like it. Energy erupted from his core, pushing outward in a wave of grey light. The mists around him parted, revealing a clearing.
It was still uncontrolled.
Still raw.
Still healing.
But that was why he was here.
The spirit realm is the best place to recover spiritual force, the concentration of spiritual energy here is denser than anywhere in the human realm.
He took a deep breath.
After this, my recovery should speed up significantly.
Then—
He sensed them, they came from the mists.
Shapes.
Silhouettes.
Creatures that should not exist.
Phantoms.
Keith had seen them the first time he'd entered the spirit realm, he'd nearly died.
Not because phantoms were too powerful.
But because they were endless.
They appeared in any shape.
Any form.
Their bodies were usually disfigured—twisted mockeries of human and animal and things in between. But their bodies could change.
They became what they needed to be.
To kill.
The first phantom emerged.
It was vaguely humanoid—tall, with long arms that dragged against the ground and a face that was nothing but a gaping hole.
It opened the hole.
And screamed.
Keith grimaced.
That's always unsettling.
Then another phantom appeared.
And another.
And another.
Soon, a small horde had gathered.
Dozens of them.
Hundreds.
All staring at him with empty eyes.
Keith took a stance, only spiritual force is effective against spirits in this realm. He focused his energy into his fists.
Magic is useless here.
The first phantom lunged, Keith met it head-on.
His fist connected with the phantom's chest.
BOOM!
The creature exploded into mist, its form dissolving instantly.
Keith didn't stop.
He spun, catching another phantom with a kick.
CRASH!
Another one dissipated.
He moved.
Ducked.
Weaved.
Struck.
One.
His elbow shattered a phantom's skull.
Two.
His knee crushed another's ribcage.
Three.
His palm blasted a third into nothingness.
Four.
Five.
Six.
The phantoms kept coming and Keith kept fighting.
His spiritual force was raw, untamed, barely controlled. Each strike was a gamble—too much energy, and he'd waste it; too little, and the phantom would survive.
But he was learning.
Adjusting.
Adapting.
By the time he'd destroyed the first wave, his breathing was heavy.
Twenty-three.
He wiped his brow.
Not bad.
Then the next wave came, these were different.
Larger.
Stronger.
Their forms were more solid, more defined. One was shaped like a bear, massive and fanged. Another was a serpent, coiling through the air. A third was something that defied description—a mass of limbs and eyes and teeth.
Keith's eyes narrowed.
Elite phantoms.
He'd faced them before.
They were faster.
Smarter.
Hungrier.
The bear lunged. Keith sidestepped, his fist crackling with spiritual energy.
BOOM!
The bear's head exploded but it didn't die. Its body reformed, the head regrowing in seconds.
Keith grimaced.
That's annoying.
The serpent struck. Keith caught it mid-air, his hands wrapping around its throat, he squeezed.
Focus.
The serpent thrashed.
Control.
He tightened his grip.
Your will against theirs.
CRACK!
The serpent's body dissolved.
Keith landed, breathing hard.
One down.
The mass of limbs and eyes lunged. Keith didn't dodge, he charged. His fist connected with its core, the largest of its eyes and he pushed. His spiritual force poured into the creature, overwhelming its own.
BOOOOOOM!
The creature exploded into nothing. Keith stood alone in the clearing.
Silence.
He looked around, the phantoms were gone.
For now.
He knew they'd come back, they always did.
But that was fine.
He sat down, cross-legged, and began to meditate.
Spiritual force is about balance.
He closed his eyes.
The more I use it, the more I understand it.
His energy began to stabilize.
The more I understand it, the stronger it becomes.
The grey light around him pulsed.
And the stronger it becomes, the better I can protect them.
He stayed like that for hours.
Fighting.
Meditating.
Fighting again.
And somewhere in the back of his mind—
A memory stirred.
"Konpaku ten'i taisen."
"Soul transfer."
"It's a technique only those with spiritual awareness can use."
Hoshina's voice.
"But it's dangerous. If your body is disturbed while your soul is away you might not be able to return."
Keith's eyes snapped open.
Damn.
He looked at his hands.
I've been here too long.
He stood.
I need to go back.
He closed his eyes.
Konpaku ten'i taisen.
His soul pulled.
The silver cord tightened.
And then—
He was back in the Dorm, Keith gasped. His eyes flew open.
His body jerked.
He was back.
He looked around the room, everything was as he'd left it. Maki was still asleep in her bunk, the moonlight was still streaming through the window.
He spent hours in the spirit realm but not more than one had past here.
Keith let out a long breath.
That was close.
He lay back down.
His body ached, his spiritual force was still raw but it was healing. Faster than before.
He looked at his hands.
One month until the festival.
He clenched his fists.
I need to be ready.
He closed his eyes.
Whatever it takes.
The Spirit Realm
A place beyond the physical world.
A place where the souls of the departed lingered, where ancient entities dwelled, and where the boundary between life and death grew thin.
It was divided into three planes.
The Phantom Plane
The lowest plane.
A realm of grey mist and endless desolation, where mindless and aggressive phantoms roamed. These were the remnants of souls who had lost themselves—their memories, their identities, their very beings eroded by time and darkness.
They existed only to consume, only to destroy.
They were not evil, they were simply empty.
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The Demon Realm
The middle plane.
A realm of crimson skies and black stone, where demons resided. These were beings of pure spiritual energy, born from negative emotions—fear, hatred, despair.
Unlike phantoms, demons were intelligent.
Cunning.
Dangerous.
They could not enter the human realm without a vessel. But they were always watching.
Always waiting.
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The Sanctuary
The highest plane.
A realm of light and color, where fairies watched over the rest of the spirit realm. These were the most powerful spiritual entities, beings of pure positive energy, born from hope, love, and dreams.
The fairies were the rulers of the spirit realm, the guardians of the balance.
The ones who had created the rule that governed all spirits:
Do not interfere with the humans.
Normal spirits could not enter the human realm without a vessel.
But fairies could.
Because fairies were different, Fairies were bound to the rule.
Not by chains.
By choice.
Later the dorm was quiet.
Keith had fallen asleep hours ago, his breathing slow and steady from the lower bunk.
Maki lay awake.
She stared at the ceiling, her mind racing.
One month until the festival.
She clenched her fists beneath the blanket.
I've been slacking, i've gotten comfortable.
Too comfortable.
I've been relying on what I already have.
My water magic. My threads. My flight.
But it's not enough.
Not for what's coming.
She sat up slowly.
Carefully.
Silently.
She glanced down at Keith.
Still asleep.
Good.
She slipped out of bed, her bare feet silent against the wooden floor.
She changed quickly—dark clothes, form-fitting, easy to move in.
Then she closed her eyes.
Stealth.
Her body shimmered and vanished.
Aura Concealment.
Her presence faded completely.
Camouflage.
Even the air forgot she existed.
She slipped through the window and into the night.
Maki landed softly on the grass, her cloak materializing around her shoulders.
Black feathers.
Silver threads.
Tempest Raven.
She took a deep breath.
Time to get serious.
She launched into the sky.
She flew north.
Past the academy walls, past the capital, past the villages and fields and forests until she reached the mountains.
The Dungeon
It was hidden deep in the mountains.
A cave entrance, barely visible beneath layers of moss and stone.
Maki landed before it.
Her eyes scanned the darkness within.
This is it.
The dungeon I found last week.
She stepped inside.
The air was cold.
Damp.
Ancient.
She moved forward cautiously, her senses on high alert.
The walls were lined with glowing crystals—pale blue and purple—casting eerie shadows across the tunnel.
She'd been here before.
Once.
To scout. Or rather she chickened out.
She reached a fork in the tunnel.
Left.
Right.
She closed her eyes.
Rain Domain.
Droplets filled the air, spreading through both paths.
Her awareness expanded.
Left path: empty.
Right path: monsters.
She smiled.
Right it is.
The First Wave
They came immediately.
Goblins.
Dozens of them.
Their red eyes gleamed in the darkness, their crude weapons raised.
Maki didn't hesitate.
Rain Bullets.
Thousands of compressed droplets descended.
SHHHHHK!
The goblins were erased, not even enough time to scream.
She continued deeper.
More monsters.
Cobalts.
Stone Serpents.
Shadow Wolves.
Each one fell.
Each one was devoured.
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You have acquired new skill: Cobalt Strength.
You have acquired new skill: Stone Skin.
You have acquired new skill: Shadow Step.
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Maki smiled.
Shadow Step.
She tested it.
Her body dissolved into shadows, moving faster than the eye could follow.
She reappeared several meters ahead.
This is useful.
The Second Wave
The tunnel opened into a massive cavern.
And there—
They were waiting.
A horde of monsters.
Not just a few.
Hundreds.
Goblins.
Orcs.
Trolls.
Creatures she didn't even have names for.
Maki's eyes widened.
...That's a lot.
But she didn't retreat, she couldn't.
This is what I need.
She took a stance.
This is how I get stronger.
The horde charged.
Maki moved.
It was chaos.
Beautiful.
Terrible.
Maki was everywhere and nowhere.
Water blades sliced through enemies, silver threads diced them apart. Shadow Step carried her through the battlefield, untouchable.
She fought for hours.
Minutes.
Seconds.
Time lost all meaning.
Rain Bullets.
Water Blades.
Spiral Current.
Piercing Torrent.
Thread Manipulation.
Shadow Step.
She used everything.
Every skill.
Every ability.
Every trick she'd learned.
And still they came.
But Maki didn't stop.
She couldn't.
This is for Hayato.
A troll fell.
This is for the promise.
An orc was sliced in half.
This is for...
She paused.
...Keith.
A wave of water exploded outward, clearing the battlefield, she stood in the center of the carnage, breathing hard.
Why did I think of him?
She shook her head.
Focus.
The Boss
The cavern shook.
Maki's eyes snapped up.
Something was coming.
Something big.
It emerged from the shadows.
A massive creature. Half-dragon, half-serpent—its scales gleaming with dark energy.
Its eyes burned with ancient fury.
Maki's blood ran cold.
...That's a high-tier monster.
Way above my level.
The creature roared.
The cavern trembled.
Maki took a stance.
I can do this.
The creature lunged.
It was brutal.
The creature was fast—faster than anything she'd faced before.
Its scales deflected her water blades.
Its speed matched her Shadow Step.
Its strength overwhelmed her threads.
Maki was thrown across the cavern.
CRASH!
She slammed into the wall.
Pain exploded through her body.
Get up.
She forced herself to stand.
Get up!
The creature charged again.
Maki activated Stone Skin.
BOOM!
The impact sent her flying again.
But she didn't break.
It's not enough.
She landed hard.
I need more.
She closed her eyes.
Devourer's Blessing.
I need to eat something stronger.
Her eyes snapped open to the creature.
She charged.
The battle became a dance of death.
Maki dodged.
Weaved.
Struck.
She couldn't kill it, not yet. But she could hurt it.
She aimed for the eyes, the joints, the soft spots between scales.
There.
She found an opening, a gap in its armor.
She thrust her hand forward.
Spiral Current.
BOOOOOOM!
The compressed water exploded inside the creature's body. It roared in pain, but it didn't die.
It lashed out. Its tail caught Maki in the chest.
CRACK!
Ribs shattered, she flew backward.
CRASH!
She hit the ground hard, blood filled her mouth.
...Damn.
She tried to stand but her body wouldn't obey.
I knew this would hurt but damn, hard to believe eight year old me went threw this type of torture.
The creature approached.
Slowly.
Predatory.
It knew she was finished.
Maki's vision blurred.
No...
Not like this...
I can't die here...
I haven't found him yet...
Hayato...
Then—
Something inside her snapped.
Power erupted from her core.
Not magic.
Not spiritual force.
Something else.
Her eyes glowed.
Her hair floated.
Her very presence changed.
The creature paused confused and afraid.
Maki stood.
Her body moved on its own, her hand reached out.
Devourer's Blessing.
True Form.
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A vortex of energy surrounded the creature.
It screamed.
It struggled.
It failed.
What's this?
The vortex collapsed inward and the creature dissolved. Not into mist, not into blood but into energy, and that energy flowed into Maki.
She gasped.
Her body arched, her eyes widened.
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You have acquired new skill: Dragon Scales.
You have acquired new skill: Serpent's Grace.
You have acquired new skill: Ancient Roar.
You have acquired new skill: Mana Core Expansion.
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The power settled into her. Her wounds healed, her strength returned.
Her very being evolved.
Maki collapsed to her knees, breathing hard.
...What was that?
She looked at her hands.
They were trembling.
That wasn't... normal.
She'd used Devourer's Blessing before many times, but never like that.
What happened?
She didn't have an answer.
Maki flew back to the academy. The sky was beginning to lighten, dawn was approaching.
She slipped through the window, released her skills and collapsed onto her bed.
Keith was still asleep.
Good.
She stared at the ceiling, her mind raced.
What was that power?
She closed her eyes.
She didn't have an answer, but she knew one thing.
I'm stronger now. Stronger than I was yesterday, stronger than I'll be tomorrow.
She smiled.
One month, i'll be ready.
She closed her eyes and slept peacefully.