"Her progress is evident to both of us, isn't it?" Ansel turned, smiling broadly.
"If you mean in more efficiently turning people into corpses or cripples," Ravenna closed her book with a cold laugh, "then yes, I have indeed witnessed her 'progress' extensively."
While Ansel and Marlina were off completing a commission, Ravenna and Seraphina set out together to liberate the slaves in the lower city. The process, to put it mildly, was excessively brutal—even from the perspective of a righteous individual.
Ravenna was indeed astounded by Seraphina's growth in strength. It wasn't merely an increase in raw power but an all-encompassing improvement—balance, control, and technique... No, Seraphina's combat skills couldn't be described as mere technique. They were more akin to an innate instinct and gift.
A talent so ludicrous and enviable that it could drive one to madness, a kind of "I just do what feels right, though I can't explain why" ability.
