'Dark magic isn't evil here? Is it not the villain's power? It's actually the incredibly rare, highly sought-after, VIP-status environmental balancing power?!'
Suddenly, the pieces of the puzzle began to slam together in her mind with terrifying clarity.
She could see ghosts.
She could see the spiritual residue of death.
The ghosts in the Count's estate hadn't attacked her; they had surrounded her, drawn to her.
And the Duke's horrifying, death-soaked aura... she wasn't scared of it.
She found it comforting and soothing.
Why would a normal person with an upper-middle-tier water or wind affinity find the killing intent of a warlord soothing?
They wouldn't.
Unless their core wasn't attuned to water or wind at all.
Seraphina looked at the Void-pearl.
It sat there, a smooth sphere of absolute darkness, seeming to absorb the ambient light in the carriage.
It called to her.
It didn't feel cold or scary; it felt like a heavy, warm blanket.
It felt like the silence she craved.
