On the late-night road leading to the Protoss Royal Magic Academy.
Zestira simply told Lanci a secret of hers.
A small portion of exceptionally gifted individuals from the Demon Race do not need to ascend to high ranks, they are born with innate magic, although weak.
Zestira's talent allows her to evade some dangers, but in return she also needs to endure more negative emotions.
Over these past decades, she has met many people who have shown her kindness mixed with malice, but she has never met someone as pure and flawless as Lanci.
Amidst the high-rises, an air garden supported by transparent magic barriers floated in the air. In the garden grew singing plants and glowing specters. Both pass underneath it without worrying about them falling down.
This city-state, while enchanting, always exudes a strange undertone.
"Go that way."
Zestira pointed to a junction on the left, signaling Lanci to veer away from a straight path leading to an old neighborhood.
