The lady leaned back in her chair, her shadow stretching across the floor as the moonlight poured through the window. Her voice was calm, dismissive even. "Just let him be. You don't need to concern yourself with such things."
Her fingers tapped gently against the desk as she spoke, each word steady, unwavering. "You should know what it means for a person to have bloomed the ninth-petal lotus during their first Divine Path Lotus Phenomenon. That isn't mere talent—that is fate itself. A fate larger than this world. He is not shackled by the same chains as we are."
She turned her head ever so slightly, and though Aden still couldn't see her face, the faint outline of a smile curled against the moonlight.
"Max Voidwalker is a man who walks a path that drowns all others. The more you try to stand in it, the more certain it is you'll be swallowed whole."
Her words lingered like a prophecy, chilling and undeniable.
