The heavy doors of the Hall of Benediction slamd shut with a dull, final thud. The whispers of the counselors were cut off mid-sentence. Silence descended—ringing, oppressive—in which only the lingering echoes of fear and rage pulsed.
Lady Violetta stood motionless, like a statue. Her fingers, pale as marble, dug into the velvet of her gown, crumpling the expensive fabric. (Rage... it burns within . But why then... this icy wormhole of doubt?!)
Emperor Cassius slowly descended from the obsidian dais of the throne. His steps across the marble were soundless, ghostly.
He approached the stained-glass window depicting a dragon crushing the sun. Variegated glints played across his impassive face. Below sprawled the city of Aetheris, appearing from this height like a toy, fragile.
"Hm. My blazing storm," his voice was soft, almost tender, as if stroking her cheek. "Your anger... is truly magnificent. But it is useless."
"It's a lie!" Violetta's voice burst out, sharp, with a faint tremor. "He's lying! Cassius, you know it! This... cannot be! Magic doesn't work that way! It violates every law!"
(Cannot... cannot be! But why then does my mind... waver?!) Her violet eyes bored into the stained-glass dragon, as if trying to scorch it with her own fury's fla.
"Laws?" The emperor turned. His blood-red eyes caught hers with interest. "And who, pray tell, established these laws, Violetta? You and I? Or those dusty tos you devoured in the Tower of Awakening?"
He took a few steps. Drew closer. His shadow enveloped Violetta, and for the first ti in years, she felt her own will compress under this silent pressure. (Overwheld... I am overwheld. This... has never happened!)
"For centuries," his voice was quiet and keen as a razor blade, "you and I believed magic was a tool. A procedure to be learned and controlled. But what if we were wrong? What if magic is not a tool, but... will ?"
His eyes glead with a strange, inner light.
"And what if... deep in the forest, in a forgotten place, a will has erged strong enough to impose new rules on reality ?"
Violetta's heart skipped. Her blazing rage began to crystallize into sothing new—a cold, rational horror. (He's serious. He's genuinely considering this... absurdity!)
Cassius did not dismiss her words. His silence was a lethal affirmation, tightening around her throat.
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"You... believe in this?" Her voice dropped to a whisper. "That so wildling from the forest... possesses power surpassing everything our civilization has built?"
(Cannot be. Absolutely cannot...!) And yet her gaze could not tear away from the emperor's face, as if his words were searing a new, terrifying paradigm into her mind.
"I believe only in what I see," Cassius cut in sharply. "And I saw my most impartial and ruthless hunter tremble not from cold, but from terror. I saw a flawless plan to eliminate Aichenwald shatter not from betrayal or strategy, but from the intervention of one person... or sothing resembling a person."
He took another step. Violetta felt the air around him thicken, slicing at her skin. (What is this pressure...!)
"And I see, Violetta," his gaze pierced her through, "I see what reflects in your eyes. Not anger. Fear. Fear that your throne as supre mage... has wavered."
Violetta recoiled as if struck. "My throne is unshakable! I am power itself!"
"No," his voice was sharper than a blade, dangerous. "You stand atop a pyramid we built together. But what if sowhere there is a mountain before which our pyramid is rely a hillock? We cannot afford to ignore such a possibility."
He stepped back, granting her a breath of air, but not loosening his grip.
"I do not demand you acknowledge her superiority at once. I demand **curiosity**. Your sharp, rciless mind. What is she? From where? What is the source of her power? Ancient magic we know nothing of? An artifact? It matters not. I want **answers**. Not as from a jealous rival, but as from the finest scholar in my Empire."
(Answers? I... must unravel her mystery?)
Violetta's gaze darted, but no longer with blind fury. Cassius's words ignited a new fire in her soul—cold, investigative, ravenous.
Cassius turned back to the stained glass. His profile against the multicolored panes was sharp as a dagger.
"Randell has acquired a trump card we knew nothing of," his voice rumbled low, almost to himself. "And from that, the ga... has beco infinitely more interesting."
Slowly, as if savoring every mont.
"There is no need to rush. We will observe. Investigate. And when we understand what this is..."
He cast a glance over his shoulder. In his crimson eyes flared a hungry, predatory fla.
"...then we will decide. Destroy this anomaly... or make it ours."
And then, very quietly:
"My beloved Violetta. This is now your utmost priority. Clear?"
Violetta stood, digesting his words. (Jealousy? No need for such weakness.) Her rage settled, yielding to a cold, crystalline resolve.
(He's right. To uncover the unknown, to hunt knowledge—that is my elent!)
Slowly, with returning dignity, she straightened. In her violet eyes reignited the familiar haughty gleam, but now it harbored a new, lethal purpose.
"Understood, Your Majesty," her voice regained its accustod assurance, honed steel. "I will dissect this 'Guardian' down to the atoms. And discover if she is a goddess... or rely an evolutionary mistake to be erased."
(I will uncover everything. Everything!)
Her mind ignited with the sharp, clear fla of a researcher turned hunter. She herself beca the blade that would carve new boundaries into the unknown. The ga had changed. Now it was a battle not only for power, but for the very nature of reality.
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