"I don't like that look in your eyes."
Despite the crowded hallway, only the sounds of two pairs of footsteps echoed. There were no whispers, barely any sound, as two figures walked through the hallway.
Scaela Solmar was known by all to be a simple woman. Born and raised the daughter of a marquis, she had been revered and respected by all even as a child.
This awe only intensified when her talent for the Redflame path bloomed. She surpassed her peers and was even able to hold her own against people centuries older than her. She became a talent known across the Verge.
As time passed, everyone got used to her talent. There were no more surprises, this was all she could offer. Then she became a god… and shattered those thoughts.
Amongst the people in the Willhall, Scaela Solmar was the youngest. Merely a few centuries old. Compared to the other gods, who had lived for millennia, she should have been amongst the weakest.
