Savra was the first to speak.
She paused, her eyes narrowing for a while, confident smile curved her lips.
"Zain… I already told you once. When the day came that you surpassed me, I'd become your slave."
She stepped closer, meeting his gaze without hesitation. "So now, whether you ask or not, I'm ready to be rewritten by you. But..."
She tilted her head, her smile sharpening, "You'd better give me something related to flame. I've wielded fire for as long as I can remember. It's in my blood."
Zain's smirk deepened. "Good to know, Savra. Don't worry… I'll give you an ability so strong that even your current flames will feel like candlelight in comparison."
His attention shifted, his gaze softening just slightly as it landed on Zelia.
"And you, big sister… what about you? What do you think about joining my Sect now?"
He leaned back against the throne arm, his tone calm but unwavering.
