In the estate, Ember was in her office, stabilizing her new powers.
There were only a few impurities that she had to squeeze out with her Spiritual Essence.
Regaining her true form had changed her entire internal pathways, and so she had to get comfortable with her powers again.
It was getting dark and she wasn't expecting any visitors. Now that she had become an Empyrean, there were only so many people who dared to appear before her, much less do any business.
At that point, she sensed a familiar smell at the gates of the estate.
"Ho~?" Smirking, she muttered, "Here I thought you would never come."
...
At the gates, a man with bright orange hair stood confronting the Transcendents of the estate.
"I apologize, but we cannot let you in." One of them spoke, careful in his tone.
