Ten minutes after dismissing Luca, Aron emerged from his office and strode purposefully toward the library. Upon entering the library, he made a beeline for a wooden door on the far right. Behind the door lay Eldarion's alchemy lab, a vast space that dwarfed even the library.
Aron was thinking of learning runes; it's a broken power where you can do pretty much anything, limited only by the language you use and your creativity. Since Aron can understand, write, and read any language, runes seemed perfectly suited for him.
Setting this matter for later, Aron made his way to the center of the lab where a colossal, transparent glass sphere floated in mid-air. Inside churned an ever-shifting substance, its color oscillating between red, white, and black every second. A network of glass tubes, filled with bubbling liquids of every hue imaginable, snaked in and out of the sphere, channeling its energy.
This was the heart of Eldarion's alchemy lab, the culmination of his eight-hundred-year toil. Today, his tireless efforts were about to bear fruit.
He spotted the old elf mixing a potion on a table beneath the sphere. Aron approached, clearing his throat to announce his presence. The last thing he needed was to startle the elderly Keeper and cause an incident.
Eldarion swiveled towards Aron, a smile creasing his face, his eyes twinkling with a spark of excitement. Before Aron could utter a word, Eldarion held aloft a vial containing the same swirling substance as the sphere.
"It's done, Lord Commander," Eldarion croaked, his voice thick with emotion. Tears welled up in his weary eyes, blurring his vision. "The Awakening Potion is complete."
Aron's heart swelled with pride as he witnessed Eldarion's elation. The old elf had poured his heart and soul into this endeavor for the past week, and now, their perseverance was on the verge of paying off.
"Well done, Eldarion," Aron praised, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "You have accomplished something truly remarkable."
Eldarion's smile widened at the praise, his eyes gleaming with gratitude. "Thank you, my lord commander," he replied, his voice laced with emotion. "I could not have accomplished this without your assistance."
Aron nodded, acknowledging Eldarion's gratitude. "What about the two things that I asked you to do? Are they prepared?"
Eldarion nodded, wiping away a stray tear. "Yes, Lord Commander," He turned and retrieved two vials from the table.
One vial held a grayish substance, the other containing a liquid similar to the Awakening potion.
He handed the gray one to Aron, explaining "This is the modified parasite you asked for, my lord. It was easy to work on once I figured out how it siphons the mana." He then produced a small rune stone from his pocket and handed it to Aron. "This serves as the trigger. Once activated, the parasite will immediately begin draining mana from its host."
Aron accepted the vial and the rune stone, examining them with keen interest. "Excellent work, Eldarion," he praised once more, his admiration for the old elf growing with each accomplishment.
The old elf simply nodded, not daring to inquire about Aron's purpose for such an item. The mere thought of what he had just created sent shivers down his spine.
Feigning a cough to compose himself, Eldarion presented the other potion. However, with this one, curiosity gnawed at him. He yearned to understand why the Lord Commander required it and how he intended to use it.
"This, my lord, is one of my failed attempts at replicating the Awakening potion. Upon consumption, it grants the signature silver hair and crimson eyes of the watchers. However, I must warn you, Lord Commander," he continued, letting his words sink in.
"This potion merely offers a temporary boost in strength. The effects last a month, at most, followed by rapid aging and debilitation. This very potion is what transformed me from the young, full-of-energy elf to this."
"I see," Aron murmured, his voice tinged with concern. "Thank you for your warning, Eldarion."
"May I ask why you need it?"
Aron thought for a moment. He was hesitant to share his plan for this potion. What he had in mind would affect the lives of many people. But again, since Keeper Eldarion was a key piece in the plan, Aron sighed and told him.
Five minutes later.
"I understand," Eldarion nodded, his expression grave. Surprisingly, he took what Aron had in mind very well. He even suggested making a few modifications to the potion using runes, which Aron agreed to. If the old elf managed to achieve what he said, Aron's plan would be much smoother than before.
"Now, are we going to stay here and waste time, or are you going to use the Awakening potion?" Aron concluded, a hint of amusement lacing his tone.
Eldarion chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement despite the seriousness of their conversation. "Time waits for no man, my lord commander," he replied his tone light but determined. "Let us not delay any further. But first, let me call my disciple."
"Disciple?" Aron raised an eyebrow. "Is he that kid who brought you the book when you introduced me?"
"Indeed," Eldarion confirmed. "His name is Tarian, and he is the Keeper-in-training."
"Does he know about the potion?" Aron inquired with a serious tone.
"Yes," Eldarion admitted. "I informed him in case something were to befall me. Rest assured, my lord, I made him swear a mana oath of silence. Should he break it, he will die instantly."
Aron nodded, reassured by Eldarion's precautions. "Very well then, let us proceed," he said, his tone decisive.
The air shimmered with arcane energy as Eldarion invoked a rune, sending out a silent call to his apprentice. Moments later, Tarian stepped into the room, his expression a mix of anticipation and reverence.
"Master Eldarion, Lord Commander Aron," Tarian greeted respectfully, bowing his head.
"We are ready to proceed, Tarian," Eldarion said, his voice steady with purpose. "Prepare yourself."
Tarian nodded, the weight of the moment settling upon him. With a deep breath, he moved to assist his master, helping him change into a long white robe. As he helped Eldarion don the garment, the atmosphere in the chamber grew thick with anticipation. The young apprentice's hands trembled slightly with nervousness, but his resolve remained unwavering.
Eldarion stood tall—as tall as his elderly bones allowed him—his demeanor exuding a sense of ancient wisdom and quiet strength. With a nod of gratitude to Tarian, he took the vial containing the Awakening Potion and made his way to the left side of the chamber, away from the pulsating glass sphere at its center.
Aron watched intently, his eyes never leaving Eldarion as the old elf prepared to undergo the transformation. Eldarion paused for a brief moment, his gaze sweeping across the chamber as if committing every detail to memory. Then, with a steady hand, he uncorked the vial and raised it to his lips.
The liquid within glowed with a soft ethereal light. In a single fluid motion, Eldarion drank the potion, his body immediately suffused with a radiant crimson glow as a surge of energy coursed through him, suffusing his entire being with its otherworldly power.
Then, a shocking development unfolded. Eldarion's skin began to peel away, like a mother peeling off an apple for her sick child.
Aron's eyes widened as he witnessed Eldarion's unexpected transformation. The old elf's skin peeled away in strips, revealing a pulsating, crimson energy beneath. It was as if his very essence was being laid bare, stripped of its mortal guise to reveal something primal and raw.
Tarian gasped in alarm, instinctively lunging towards his master. However, Aron reacted swiftly, placing a hand on Tarian's shoulder to restrain him. "Do not disturb him," he commanded.
For both of them, the transformation appeared brutal and undoubtedly caused Eldarion immense pain. Yet, for the Keeper, it felt strangely peaceful. He was shedding his mortal form, embracing his true essence.
Mere seconds later, a figure composed of blood and crimson energy stood where the old elf once was.
"Interesting"
Immediately after, his skin that peeled away didn't fall to the ground in a lifeless heap as one might expect. Instead, it transformed into a swirling mass of energy, creating a cocoon-like structure around Eldarion's new form. The chamber seemed to pulse with increasing intensity as if resonating with the power of Eldarion's awakening.
Aron and Tarian watched in awe and trepidation as the cocoon pulsed with crimson energy, its surface shimmering with otherworldly light. It was a sight both beautiful and terrifying, a testament to the raw power coursing through Eldarion's veins.
The reason for that was actually a very simple one, however, remained unnoticed by all three of them, for they were unaware of a crucial detail.
The dragon blood used in creating the first Watchers belonged to Veldran, the Dragon of the North. But the blood used now was Aron's. According to his recovered memories, Aron was not just any dragon; he was the first dragon, and in the past, the most powerful one.
Therefore, the power coursing through Eldarion's veins now was like comparing a flickering candle to the blazing sun in comparison to the power of the previous Watchers.
Inside the cocoon, Eldarion experienced a profound sense of rebirth. The power coursing through him was unlike anything he had ever known, a primal force that resonated with the very essence of his being. He felt a connection to something ancient and powerful, a force that transcended mortal understanding.
And then, with a final surge of energy that shook the very foundation of the lab, the cocoon shattered. Revealing Eldarion in his new form. He stood before them a young elf once more. But there was something undeniably different about him.
His crimson eyes blazed with a fierce intensity, his hair had grown longer and shimmered with an otherworldly silver sheen, and his very presence seemed to command the very air around him.
"I am reborn," he spoke, his voice deeper and more resonant while flexing his hand. When Eldarion noticed that he was standing straight and back to his youthful appearance, he immediately did something he had hoped for in years.
Crack. Crack.
He cracked his back.
"Oh! I missed this." Satisfied, he stretched his back, feeling the tension release from his muscles. It was a simple act, but one he hadn't been able to do in centuries.
Aron chuckled, approaching the previous old elf with a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Congratulations, Eldarion."
Eldarion grinned, a sense of freedom and vitality coursing through him. "Thank you, Lord Commander; this is all because of you," he replied, his voice resonating with newfound energy. "I feel... alive."
Aron simply nodded, his gaze shifting to the young apprentice. "You're next, quickly," he declared.
"!!!" Tarian snapped, nodding. He swiftly brought a new robe for Eldarionas; as the old one had vanished along with everything else his master had been wearing during the transformation, even underwear.
Tarian didn't want that to happen so he removed all of his clothes wrapping only a towel around his waist.
Drinking the vial, he underwent the same transformation as his master, his body suffused with the radiant crimson glow of the Awakening Potion. As the energy coursed through him, Tarian's skin began to peel away, revealing the pulsating, crimson energy beneath.
Aron watched closely, keeping his gaze on the parasite inside the young man. When he saw with his dragon sight that the parasite was melting away, he sighed in relief.
'Good! The potion works…I don't have to use my Words of Power.'
When the cocoon shattered, Tarian stood there with short silver hair and crimson eyes; his body grew slightly larger with lean muscles compared to his previous form.
Tarian flexed his muscles, feeling the surge of energy coursing through his veins. "I feel... different," he remarked, his voice tinged with wonder and excitement. "Stronger."
Aron, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips, turned to Eldarion and said, "The potion worked; the parasite is no more."
Eldarion sighed in relief. "Good…Very good. Shall we proceed?"
"Indeed, and with haste," Aron replied before swiftly exiting the lab and library in search of Lieutenant Eamon.
He found the man in the kitchen observing the food preparation. Eamon took it upon himself to keep an eye on the food, determined to prevent any future incidents of poisoning, be it magical or parasitic.
Dragging the man outside, Aron ordered him to gather all of the one hundred soldiers in Eldaroin's lab. With that massive space, even five hundred men was nothing.
It took less than twenty minutes for all the soldiers to assemble within the lab.
Aron stood before them, observing the expression of confusion, wonder, respect, and determination on their faces. These soldiers, loyal to their kingdom and their commander, stood ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
"Soldiers of the Frostguard," Aron began, his voice commanding the attention of everyone in the chamber. "Today, you will become a watcher!"
"Euh?" Eamon and the soldiers glanced at each other confused; they didn't understand a thing, and Aron didn't give them time to do so.
He quickly ordered the transformation to begin, and before they could even blink, Eamon and the soldiers stood naked, each holding a potion in hand.
"Begin," Aron commanded, and with no hesitation, they drank the potion.
This time, the energy burst was massive and violent; luckily, Eldarion prepared in advance numerous barriers using his rune magic. On top of it, Aron isolated the soldiers using his draconic just to be on the safe side.
The chamber erupted with a cacophony of energy as the soldiers underwent their transformation. The radiant crimson glow enveloped each of them, causing their skin to peel away and reveal the pulsating, crimson energy beneath.
Minutes passed as the cocooned soldiers underwent their rebirth, their bodies infused with the power of the Awakening Potion. And then, with a final surge of energy, the cocoons shattered, revealing the transformed soldiers in their new Watcher forms.
They stood before Aron and Eldarion, their eyes blazing with fierce crimson light, their hair shimmering with a mesmerizing silver hue. Each of them exuded an aura of strength and power.
Aron nodded in satisfaction, his gaze sweeping over the assembled Watchers. "You have done well," he declared, his voice filled with pride and approval. "You are no longer just soldiers; you're now The Watchers, The Monster hunters…My Knights."
In unison, the Watchers dropped to one knee, their voices resonating with newfound power, "Our lives are yours to command."
Eldarion's heart swelled with pride as he surveyed the transformed Watchers. A tear escaped his eye, quickly followed by another. He turned, searching for something to wipe them away, when he noticed a lone figure standing awkwardly at the back of the room.
"What are you doing, soldier?" Eldarion inquired, approaching the man.
The soldier, still clad in his armor, hesitantly held a vial of the awakening potion in his hand.
"Remove your armor and consume the potion," The elf said, pointing at the potion. He saw the hesitation in the soldier and spoke firmly, "That's an order, soldier!"
The soldier, his face obscured by his helmet, mumbled a response, his voice barely a whisper, "I can't."
"Why?" Eldarion asked.
"Because she's a woman."
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"Because she's a woman"
"!!!" The soldier visibly trembled upon hearing these words, his eyes darting around searching for the speaker. But when he saw the lord commander approaching, his face drained of color.
"That's impossible, my lord," Eldarion narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the soldier in front of him from head to toe.
"Why is that, Keeper?" inquired Aron, stopping beside him.
""Keeper?"" Eamon and the soldiers echoed in unison, bewildered by the lord commander addressing this young elf with that title.
"Hmm?" When Eldarion saw the expressions on their faces, he realized he'd forgotten to explain the recent transformations. "Ahem...Yes, that's me. I'm Eldarion, the old Keeper."
Eldarion's revelation stunned the soldiers and Eamon. It dawned on them instantly that the awakening potion was the reason behind his youthful appearance. In a flurry, they all began examining their bodies, hoping the potion had reversed or restored their youth. Some checked their receding hairlines, while others opted for more sensitive spots.
Eldarion left them to their fantasies and replied to Aron's question. "My lord, there is no possibility for a woman to pass my interview without me knowing. With my runes, lying to me is impossible."
Aron smirked and said, "I've reviewed all the profiles, Eldarion, and I can confidently say a woman could have gotten through your interview with ease, simply because you neglected to ask one crucial question."
Eldarion raised an eyebrow. "Which is?"
Aron's smile widened, and he shifted his gaze to the soldier in front of them. "Are you male or female?"
As Aron's words sank in, a moment of realization washed over Eldarion's features. His eyes widened slightly, and then he let out a low chuckle, understanding dawning on him.
"Ah, I see," Eldarion murmured, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "A simple oversight indeed. But in my defense, all the Frostguards have always been men, so I never anticipated a woman infiltrating our ranks."
Across from them, the soldier trembled violently, beads of sweat forming beneath her helmet. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the sudden silence. What would happen now? Would they discover her true identity? Her lie? They would punish her for sure.
"L-Lord Commander, I think….Y-You made a mistake…I'm a man, not a woman," she stammered, attempting to maintain her composure, her voice wracked with nerves.
Aron and Eldarion exchanged a glance, their expressions unreadable as they processed the soldier's words. The soldier's voice wavered with uncertainty, her eyes darting nervously between the two men.
Eldarion's brow furrowed slightly, a hint of skepticism in his eyes. "Are you sure about that?" he asked, his tone laced with doubt.
The soldier nodded frantically, her helmet shifting slightly with the motion. "Y-Yes, my lord," she stammered, her voice trembling. "I-I am definitely a man."
Aron's lips twitched with amusement at the soldier's evident discomfort, with his dragon sight he clearly saw that the soldier in front of him was a woman when he checked for the parasite inside her.
She was using some type of fabric with magical properties around her chest, successfully hiding her breasts.
"Very well," Aron said, taking a few steps forward until he was a foot away from the soldier, he lowered himself gazing directly into her eyes
"Prove it," he commanded, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine. The simple two words held the weight of her future. the potential for both freedom and annihilation.
"Prove it?" she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes widening in panic.
Aron nodded, amusement in his eyes. "Yes, prove to us that you are indeed a man," he said, his tone firm but not unkind.
The soldier's mind raced as she considered her options. She knew she had to act quickly or risk being exposed. With trembling hands, she reached for her helmet, unfastening the straps and lifting it off her head in one swift motion.
As the helmet fell away, her short brown hair was revealed, closely cropped against her scalp. She held her breath, waiting for Aron's reaction, her heart pounding in her chest.
Aron's gaze swept over her features. Her appearance was ordinary; with her light-green eyes, ivory skin, a slightly strong jawline, and her haircut. She could easily pass for a man at first glance, like an innocent young boy who just left the comfort of home and joined the army. But Aron's keen eyes caught the subtle details that betrayed her true identity.
Despite her efforts to conceal her femininity, Aron's gaze lingered on her chest, where the magical fabric cleverly disguised her curves. He could sense the faint aura of deception emanating from her, like a faint whisper in the air.
"Interesting," he remarked, his voice a low murmur.
When she saw his gaze linger on her chest, her heart plummeted, her breath catching in her throat. She'd done her best to hide her true self, but it seemed Aron had pierced through her facade. Yet, she wouldn't surrender easily. Determined, she was prepared to play this game to the very end.
Aron chuckled inwardly when he saw the determination in her eyes, he thought of the best way to break her and force her to drop her disguise.
Stroking his chin, he said, "Not enough evidence, I'm afraid." Aron's tone was playful yet laced with authority, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
The soldier's heart sank further at Aron's response, her mind racing to come up with another plan. She couldn't afford to fail; her life depended on her ability to maintain her disguise.
"Wh-What kind of proof do you need?" she stammered, her voice shaky.
Aron displayed a wicked grin as if anticipating this very question. "Well... you know the difference between a man and a woman, right?"
"!!!" Her face paled as the implication of his words hit her. The direction of this conversation was crystal clear, and her heart skipped a beat with dread.
With the same mischievous grin, Aron uttered the words that shattered the fragile web of her lie "Drop your armor and prove that you're a man"
*Whistles*
"Hum?"
A collective whistle erupted from the side. Aron glanced over to see the new watchers who had gathered, their eyes fixed on the unfolding drama before them. Their whispers and murmurs filled the air, adding to the tension of the moment.
"..." Viens plugged in Aron's head, he didn't like the smirk on their faces, they were enjoying this too much and to make matters worse, they were still NAKED!
"WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT!" his voice boomed across the gathering, cutting through the whispers and murmurs like a sharp blade. "GET BACK TO WORK!"
"You have two minutes to disappear from my sight, or you'll spend the night naked in the snow!"
"!!!" The soldiers quickly snapped, and hastily gathered their belongings, their faces flushed with embarrassment as they scrambled to leave the scene. They wrapped their pants around their waists, avoiding eye contact with Aron as they hurried away, eager to escape the impending punishment.
Aron watched them go, his expression stern, until they vanished from sight. He then turned his attention back to the soldier standing before him, only to find her eyes brimming with tears
"S-Sorry...M-My lord!...I can't," she stammered, her voice thick with emotion.
Aron's expression softened slightly as he observed the tears welling in the soldier's eyes. "So you're a woman?"
"Y-Yes! I am" she confused with trembling words.
"Why?" Aron's voice was gentle, probing for an explanation behind the soldier's deception. His eyes held a mix of curiosity and empathy as he awaited her response.
Her shoulders slumped in defeat, her gaze fixed on the ground as she struggled to find the right words. "I...I came in place of my brother," she began, her voice barely a whisper. "My parents are old, and I have a younger brother by a year….The day after his military recruitment, a thief broke into our house, assuming all the men were gone." She paused to catch her breath, wiping her tears with a trembling hand.
Aron listened intently, He gestured for her to continue, a silent invitation for her to share her story.
The woman took a moment to compose herself before continuing, her voice wavering with emotion. "My brother was in the house at that time protecting our parents," she recounted, her voice trembling with the weight of her memories. "By the time I arrived, the thief escaped later to be captured by the guard, but my brother was badly wounded, lucky he survived but he was in no condition to join the army"
Aron's expression softened further. "So you took his place?"
"Mm.." she confirmed with a weak nod. Dropping to her knees in a plea, she choked out, "Please, Lord Commander, don't report this. I...I'm willing to accept any punishment, but please leave my family out of it."
"Punishment?" Aron repeated, his voice laced with genuine confusion. "Why would I punish a woman who sacrificed her safety to protect her family"
"Eh?" The female soldier, still on her knees, blinked back tears. She stared at him, unable to utter a word.
A stern voice cut through the tension. "What she did is a serious offense, my lord," Eldarion interjected, his voice regaining its usual composure. "Impersonating a Frostguard soldier is punishable by death for her and her entire family."
A tremor of fear rippled through the female soldier. The consequences she'd risked for her family now loomed large, a dark cloud threatening to engulf them all.
Aron, however, remained unfazed by Eldarion's words. He met the young elf's gaze, a flicker of defiance igniting within his own eyes. "According to whom?"
"The kingdom's law, my lord," Eldarion replied confidently.
"Listen carefully, Keeper," Aron declared, his voice ringing with authority. "My word is the law here. Not the kingdom's. And if anyone thinks otherwise, they are welcome to challenge me."
Eldarion's expression faltered for a moment, caught off guard by Aron's unwavering stance. The weight of the lord commander's words settled heavily upon him, questioning the very foundation of the laws he'd upheld for so long. But then, a flicker of understanding dawned on Eldarion's face. He bowed his head in acceptance.
"You are right, my lord."
Aron nodded curtly, a sense of satisfaction radiating from him. He turned his attention back to the female soldier, who remained on her knees before him, her eyes wide with apprehension.
"What's your name, girl?" Aron inquired, his voice gentle.
"Alan my Lord...No! I mean Lyra my name is Lyra" she quickly corrected.
Aron studied Lyra for a moment, his gaze thoughtful as if assessing her sincerity. "Lyra," he repeated, testing the sound of her name on his tongue. "A fitting name for someone with such courage. I suspect that Alan is your brother's name?"
"Yes, my lord," Lyra confirmed.
'System, show me the profile information of the Frostguard named Alan,' Aron commanded silently.
[Yes M aster]
Instantly, an image flickered to life before his eyes, retrieved from his memory – Lyra's profile from Eldarion's interview. Though she'd successfully deceived the elf by pretending to be a man, everything else in the profile was true, including her magical abilities.
'The Guardian,' Aron's eyes light up as he reads the description of her magic.
Her magic is simple yet powerful. As long as her feet touch the ground, she is immovable. Additionally, for a brief period, she can activate a skill called "Iron Castle," reducing 90% of any damage she takes for ten seconds. Furthermore, she possesses another skill called "Wound Transfer," allowing her to transfer any fatal wound to her arms or legs, turning it into a minor injury – but only usable once a week.
Aron's eyes narrowed slightly as he absorbed the information presented by the system. Lyra's abilities were indeed impressive, and her dedication to her family was evident in her actions and matching her magic—The Guardian.
"Lyra," Aron began, his voice measured. "You have shown great courage and sacrifice, but you have also deceived us. However, I am willing to offer you a chance to redeem yourself."
Lyra's eyes widened with hope, a glimmer of gratitude shining in her gaze. She nodded eagerly, her heart pounding with anticipation.
Aron turned to Eldarion, who seemed to understand without words. The elf bowed and exited the laboratory with a silent nod.
Aron then crouched down and retrieved the awakening potion from her hand, raising it close to her eyes. "Become a Watcher," he declared.
Before Lyra had the chance to say yes or no Aron added "I must warn you, I have no idea how you'll react to the transformation. As far as I know, all the Watchers have been men so far. I don't know if there's a reason for that or not."
"I don't have a choice do I?" she asked.
Aron smiled faintly, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. "Girl, you never had a choice from the beginning," he replied cryptically. His words held a deeper meaning.
Lyra took a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever lay ahead. With a determined nod, she reached out and accepted the vial of awakening potion from Aron's outstretched hand. She met his gaze with unwavering determination, ready to face whatever consequences awaited her.
She stood up and removed her armor, her face flushed with embarrassment but she forced herself to keep going glad that Aron turned, his back facing her. Standing in her birthday suit she walked to the side and drank the vial with no hesitation.
Surprisingly, her transformation was the same as the rest. Nothing changed, and when that cocoon shattered. Lyra was reborn.
Her hair grew longer reaching her waist, silver like moonlight, cascading in soft waves down her back. Her features softened, taking on a delicate beauty that seemed to glow with an otherworldly radiance. Gone was the guise of a soldier; in its place stood a woman of ethereal grace and strength.
When she opened her crimson eyes and gazed at Aron, she saw a massive shadow with wings behind him, at that moment she felt an instinctive desire to bow to him, so she did.
"My lord"
Aron approached with a satisfied smile on his face "Congratulations Lyra on being the first female watcher in history"
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