"No…"
Mirela fell to her knees as the last gap sealed shut, closing the passage completely. Tears she hadn't even noticed welled up and began to fall.
Liora's heart sank, and she could only stand there. Seeing Mirela's reaction, she couldn't find the words to comfort her.
Among the two sisters, Mirela had always been the fragile one—the one most pampered by their family and those around her. For her, unlike most, becoming a Practitioner had never been a blessing but a curse.
It wasn't the responsibility of the Astra Path that weighed her down, but the burden of longevity that came with it.
Through her long life, she had been forced to watch her loved ones grow old and die one by one.
Watching her father and mother age before her eyes, day after day, had eaten away at her for a lifetime. It drove her to walk the Path of Healing, evolving through Sparks and finding skills that could help extend their lives, even if only for a little longer.
