As Quinlan's visage materialized and his otherworldly elemental resonance was put on full display, Felicity's lips parted in awe.
Compared to this man, even the adult Morgana, the terrifying prodigy she had grown up idolizing, felt oh-so painfully human.
Yes, Morgana was stronger.
Older.
More experienced.
But Quinlan…
Quinlan was something else entirely.
He didn't command the elements. They belonged to him.
Felicity's eyes softened, stars glimmering within them.
Then she turned her gaze toward her mother, the figure of unmatched brilliance she had been chasing for far too long.
And in that moment, she understood.
'Why am I even trying to surpass her?'
Quinlan is the greatest mage to ever live. Soon, he'll outshine even her. He'll reach heights no one, not Morgana, not even the gods themselves, could ever match.
"What am I doing…?" she whispered.
If she succeeded here, if she passed this trial, if she became a great mage…
