Selena finished giving her seventh-ranked blessings to Sylva, her glowing hands hovering for a moment before she drew them back. The light clung to her skin like mist, dimming with every inch she retreated until it was gone completely.
She stood still, head bowed, silence pressing around her like a weight. Guilt or something dangerously close to it lingered in her expression. She felt she had done something wrong. But what else could she have done? She could not go against her father Right?
Sylva flexed her fingers, eyeing the faint, nearly invisible gold shimmer clinging to her hand. It was such a low light. Her lips curled into a sharp, irritated line.
Tch… what a bother.
The Crux of Suffering blessing yes, she could understand that. But healing? Really? Did the saintess forget that the Faerelith family was the strongest in the Empire second only to Luminus and the Church when it came to healing?
