Caine smiled, unfazed by Priestess Enya's confidence. It was refreshing to see such confidence and pride.
Enya began her work, her holy qi flowing with precision into Caine's battered body. The energy moved steadily, carefully untangling the chaos within him. Meanwhile, Caine reopened the tome in his hands, his eyes scanning its intricate script.
As silence settled in, Caine spoke, his tone calm. "Laws, Dao Wills—those topics are typically reserved for Sages, no? If I may ask, Lady Enya, are you one?"
She nodded, her hands not faltering in their work. "Yes, I am a Sage specializing in Healing and the Holy Arts."
"Specializing?" Caine raised a brow slightly.
"Yes," she replied with a soft smile. "The Pope has refined the cultivation realms, tailoring them to suit individuals' strengths. Warriors, Healers, Strategists—there are many paths suited to all kinds."
"I see," Caine murmured, turning another page in the tome.
