From a vantage point of the God space, one of Sunny's nine clones observed the figure of Light Celestine.
The clone, tasked with watching over Veridia, allowed a small, knowing smile to form on its lips.
"This intuition talent is truly something," Sunny's consciousness mused through the clone. "I wouldn't have let Aerion's soul go otherwise."
The decision to allow the reincarnation of a being so powerful and destructive had been a gamble, one guided by a subtle, almost imperceptible nudge from his divine intuition talent.
Now, Sunny watched, waiting to see if that gamble, that seed of hope planted in the soul of a former tyrant, would finally begin to bear fruit.
Down below, in the academy's immaculate central courtyard, Light stood amidst pillars of shimmering crystal and fountains that danced with enchanted water.
He watched the students, the so-called "geniuses" of the Cosmic Empire.
