Seraphine stood over Kana's unconscious form, her sharp gaze drinking in every detail.
For a long moment, she said nothing, her expression unreadable as her fingers lightly brushed a lock of Kana's hair from her face.
"She isn't particularly striking. No… not in the conventional sense. But…"
Seraphine finally murmured, her voice smooth yet tinged with something darker. Her crimson eyes narrowed slightly.
"There's something else. An air about her… magic, perhaps. It draws people in without them realizing it."
Her hand, still bleeding from earlier, dripped steadily onto the floor, staining the marble beneath her boots.
Dorian, who had been standing nearby, tensed immediately when he noticed.
"Milady, your hand — it's still bleeding. We should get that treated first."
He said with concern, stepping forward,
Seraphine waved him off without sparing him a glance.
"It's nothing. This injury doesn't matter. What matters right now is her."
Her gaze returned to Kana.
