On the roof of a tall tower overlooking the entire central military compound, two figures sat in silence.
Seraphine was perched at the edge, legs dangling over the drop, swinging idly as she gazed out at the endless sea of green, towering trees stretching to the horizon.
Five years had passed since they'd joined the new special division. In that time, they had taken part in countless missions dealing with anomalies born from the mana that saturated the world, anomalies that grew more frequent with each passing month, until it was no longer a secret that the world itself was changing.
It was hard not to notice. Animals turned feral overnight. Entire regions transformed. Forests grew trees far taller than nature allowed, strange new plants and fruits sprouted where none had grown before, and even the air itself felt different, charged with something no one could quite explain, something that seemed to be improving the bodies of every living thing it touched.
