"Ioas..." Sage's jaw dropped as she gazed at the red-haired man, his wide grin captivating her attention and leaving her utterly speechless.
"It is a pleasure to meet you, Sage. Coming here is a significant step as the Mage Queen."
Sage's eyes widened in stunned silence as she gazed at Ioas, her mouth agape in a soundless gasp.
The likeness was uncanny, as if she was gazing into a male mirror image of herself. Every feature, from the porcelain skin to the fiery hair and piercing green eyes. The similarity was so striking, it was downright unsettling, sending a shiver down her spine.
However, the realization that he was her ancestor made it less terrifying.
"What steps must I take?" She asked, her tone serious.
Ioas's smile broadened. "I admire your belief in this. However, lifting the curse may have a negative impact on your strength."
Sage was stunned. "What?"
She did not want that! She needed to be strong enough to...
