There's no such thing as a free lunch.
Especially not from a Witch who came from a great clan that ruled three city-state territories.
Adelle fell silent for a moment.
The cabin was quiet, save for the low hum of the airship's engines, faintly audible through the thick walls.
Outside the window, the sky had completely darkened. The dim yellow light of the cabin, along with their two silent figures, was reflected on the glass.
"That remnant... it's a spoil of war, left behind after one of my clan's Morning Star Wizard ancestors slew a Shadow Devourer in a Void Rift over three thousand years ago."
Adelle spoke slowly. There was no pride in her voice, only the dispassionate tone of someone stating a fact.
"It has been sealed in the deepest part of the Secret Vault, serving as one of the clan's foundational treasures. It cannot be used without a joint resolution from the Clan Leader or the Elder Council."
She lifted her eyes to look at Ian.
