"Who…are you?" The Queen Mother asked, causing a spell of confusion to spread across the scene.
Not many knew what Akamana di Angra looked like. Even in the Angra Theocracy, the Grand Priestess had quite literally not shown her face in the last 500 years, erasing past portraits to keep her real appearance a secret.
Why? A whim, mostly. And while most of those who rembered Akamana's appearance had died long ago, Vel'Asha happened to be one of the few who remained. Akamana even claid they were friends. A dubious claim no doubt, but they clearly knew one another. So why could Vel'Asha not recognize the Grand Priestess?
"Oh Vel darling how could you say that? You're breaking my heart and ruining my street cred. And to think I ca to assist you in your ti of need. Sucks to be your bestie," Akamana said with a little pout, looking sideways with crocodile tears in her eyes.
The face rang no bell. But once she heard Akamana's tantrum, the Queen Mother's eyes widened, shining with enlightennt.
"Akamana?" Vel'Asha remained skeptical. Yet except for Akamana, what noblewoman could act so wild, dramatic and eccentric?
"The one and only! Vel darling, long ti no see. Nine hundred years have passed since I've ripped out my old man's heart. In that span, I've never lost—not even to the dragon nobles of the Holy Continent.
But one person managed to fight to a draw…a prodigy from the Higher Planes who almost made rediscover the taste of defeat:
The Yaksha Dark Preceptor—you," Akamana said in a calm and cheerful tone, casually dropping a bomb that made Elektra's eyes widen for the 357th ti of the day.
"Huh?" The fox queen couldn't believe her ears. And she wasn't the only one. Even Mithras and Cassandra hadn't seen this one coming, shocked to find out that the Dark Preceptor behind the royal family's demonic dealings was none other than…Vel'Asha?
How was that even possible?!
All eyes turned to the Queen Mother, with Elektra hoping that her teacher would refute Akamana's nonsense. Alas, Vel'Asha didn't deny the allegations. Staying as stoic as a rock.
"I know it's hard to believe. I had a hard ti believing it too when I first found out. And yet the truth was staring in the eyes.
Divine Secrets and Sid Manipulations are not related. In theory, you could be at the second level of Fla Refinent and still beco a Sage King. But in practice, a talented Sage will take five hundred years on average for each Divine Secret and peak at the third.
A prodigy on the other hand will take two hundred years on average but might peak at the fifth.
The ancients based this standard on the woman who managed the legendary feat of mastering five Divine Secrets in just 1,000 years—becoming the youngest Dark Preceptor in history.
Despite her background as a mber of the Forbidden Race, tribes and species competed to receive her guidance, but she ultimately chose her late father's tribe, becoming the Preceptor of the entire Yaksha race," Akamana explained, and again, the Queen Mother stayed silent, making the audience realize that the Grand Priestess spoke nothing but facts.
Vel'Asha was the Yaksha Dark Preceptor.
"Naifems, the forbidden race. Whenever a demon mates with an Apsara, the resulting child will be a Naifem, born with feline traits, feathered wings, extraordinary physical attributes, and a tragic destiny.
Birthing Naifems is one of the 13 Transgressions. Mating with a Naifem...and being born a Naifem…are both Transgressions as well. This makes us both one of the most powerful bloodlines in creation, and the most cursed race by the Weaver.
That will not stop a motherfucker from trying to get into our pants though. n are truly fearless when it cos to diddling a bombshell," Akamana said, through these words revealing that she too belonged to the forbidden race.
And so, if the system wasn't going through an update, Mithras would see:
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