"You are the Horde's greatest treasure now. You must have protection befitting your station."
As he spoke, a magical cloak materialized in Orion's hand.
To Lorelia's astonishment, he draped the Lightning Cloak over her shoulders.
The artifact offered not only formidable physical and magical defense but also contained a bound, forbidden spell of the Thunder element—a devastating attack that required no incantation to cast. It was the perfect fusion of offense and defense.
"Master... Master... Lorelia knew it! Master loves Lorelia the best!"
Overcome with emotion, Lorelia grabbed Orion's large hand, pressing her cheek against it and nuzzling it affectionately like a devoted pet.
"Go to the castle and keep your Mistress company. With the little ones out proving themselves in the world, she's grown lonely."
Lorelia has finally grown up.
