Eleonora Thorne.
From what little Victor remembered of the future… that name was not common. She wasn't just another powerful noblewoman lost among the countless clans. She was someone who, sooner or later, would become an absolute problem for anyone who dared to stand in her way. And the most dangerous thing… was not even close to her peak.
At some point in the future, Eleonora would experience a traumatic event. Something big enough to break limits that, until then, seemed natural even for someone of her level. And it was precisely at that moment that her magic evolved.
Gravitation.
What was already a rare ability… would become something absurd. Total control of gravity, manipulation of invisible forces, distortion of space around her own body… and, at higher levels, something that shouldn't even be possible within the normal rules of magic.
Magic, in general, wasn't exclusive. Any being in that world could use it… provided two factors existed.
Compatibility.
And energy.
