Yet beneath her composed facade, Elder Livia harbored a nagging suspicion—an intuition that whispered of hidden darkness lurking within the enigmatic man who had captured her attention.
Despite her attempts to peer into the depths of his soul with her divine sight, she found no tangible evidence to support her misgivings.
His demeanor betrayed no hint of malevolence, yet Elder Livia remained wary, her instincts urging caution.
It was not the absence of fear that intrigued her, but rather the man's unwavering resolve in the face of adversity.
With each trial imposed upon him, he wielded his sword within the confines of her illusion, severing the bonds of fear and desire with a single stroke.
It was a display of singular dedication and unparalleled focus, one that Elder Livia had never before encountered in someone so young.
