In her previous life, Sienna had never dreamed of greatness.
She had not wanted power or fame.
She had only wished to live comfortably and peacefully.
But now she bore Sienna's memories.
Sienna's pain.
Sienna's resentment.
She understood, more clearly than anyone, the hatred House Vale had for the Arcana Empire and for those who had orchestrated their downfall.
Yet hatred alone was useless.
The Spatial Farm was an extraordinary treasure, but it had one glaring weakness.
It lacked offensive power.
It could grow crops.
Store goods.
Transform land.
But it could not strike down enemies.
And in a world where powerful mages and warriors could overturn battlefields with a wave of the hand, that limitation was as dangerous as carrying a chest full of gold while lacking a sword to defend it.
Mirella, if she wished, could kill her with ease.
Compared to true experts, Sienna was no stronger than a newborn chick beneath a hawk's shadow.
