Grace barely had time to towel off the sweat from her morning training when a messenger angel burst into the arena, wings trembling like she'd just witnessed her first Primal Demon.
"Um, Lady Grace? Archangel Celestia requests your immediate presence in the—"
"Yeah, yeah, I got it." Grace waved her off, already knowing this was about the next Pillar.
[Can't a girl catch her breath for five minutes? At this rate I'll be fighting ancient evils until I'm as old as Celestia... Better not say anything like that out loud.]
The messenger's eyes lingered on Grace's newly defined abs.
Months of combat training had carved muscle where there used to be nothing but softness. Grace pretended not to notice, but her Love attribute at 75 meant she had half a mind to pull the girl in and tell Celestia to wait.
She did not. Instead, five minutes later, Grace found herself in Celestia's council chamber with all the faction leaders present.
