"Hmm..."
The Senior stared down at her, moving with a slow, inescapable inevitability, he stretched his hand forward and placed his palm gently on Mirabella's head.
"...?!"
Mirabella stared at him in surprise, her combat instincts screaming at her to dodge, but an absolute, pacifying aura pinned her safely in place. As he closed his eyes, the cosmic void around them rippled like still water disturbed by a falling leaf. He was instantly reading her past, present, and future—every regression, every timeline, and every bloody battle she had ever fought.
After ten seconds that felt like an eternity of expansion, he had scrolled through years of brutal memories, the woven threads of her destiny, and the infinite possibilities of her future; then, he gracefully let go.
"It seems you helped the Heavens in the past." He said, staring down at her, his tone laced with a profound, newfound respect.
