A Thousand Years of Resolve
"Thank you for your guidance, Teacher."
A hush fell when Selena lowered herself onto the cool blades of grass near the water's edge. Not far past dawn, her face neared the earth - reverence shaped every line of her stillness. Threads of silver spilled forward, catching light like frost does just before sunrise.
Then came a silence where words just wouldn't form. Her chest filled with something heavy yet light at once.
Gratitude.
Respect.
A feeling settles, heavy like an old coat. It fits without trying. This is where you fit. Not by force. Simply here.
Few people stepped forward, yet her teacher opened every door. Maybe trust grows where others turn away.
He never hid anything from her.
Even today—
He had passed down a Heaven-grade Sacred Art without hesitation.
Such techniques were treasures that entire sects guarded like their lifeline.
Yet Leon had given it to her as if it were nothing.
