Student's Residence,
Arin's Room,
Arin sat frozen on the floor, his spear lying uselessly at his side, sweat dripping down his temple. Every time his eyes dared to flicker upward, he was met with the suffocating divine aura of the woman floating before him.
Now, however, Eirenyssa no longer hovered. She sat gracefully in the chair opposite him, legs crossed, her silvery-white hair flowing like liquid moonlight, her ocean-blue eyes fixed not on him but on the flickering air.
Strange, glowing symbols danced in front of her, translucent panels forming and rearranging as if the very system itself bent to her will. With a mere gesture of her slender fingers, Arin's familiar system interface unfolded in the air—except it wasn't responding to him. It obeyed her.
Arin's mouth went dry. She… she can control my system?
Eirenyssa remained calm, though her thoughts were in turmoil.
