After Grey stepped back, the air still crackling faintly from his display, Chris tilted his head slightly.
"Next," he said.
Alauna moved forward.
"I have two affinities," Alauna said calmly.
The symbols on the walls reacted instantly.
A sharp crack split the air.
Lightning burst to life around her fingers — thin, razor-bright threads snapping and weaving like living veins of light. They danced across her arms without burning her skin, illuminating her focused eyes in flashes of white and blue.
Gasps followed immediately.
Lightning affinity was rare.
But Alauna didn't stop. Shadows pooled beneath her feet, spreading like ink spilled across the ground. They rose, curling behind her back like silent wings, heavy and suffocating, bending the air itself.
Darkness affinity.
The room temperature dropped.
Leo felt his breath catch. Even Max's eyes widened, just slightly.
"My family," Chris began, "is known for nimbleness. Speed. Stealth."
The shadows shifted with her movements, perfectly synchronized.
"The Saccharro family traditionally manifests either lightning—"
A sharp flash.
"—or darkness."
The shadows pulsed.
She raised her hand, and lightning and darkness coiled together, not clashing — harmonizing.
"A one-in-a-million anomaly," he said quietly.
Alauna nodded once.
"Both elements appeared in her."
Chris spoke again, his voice carrying weight.
"Individuals like her are known by a single title."
"Goddess Heirs."
Alauna's shadows bowed inward, lightning dimming to a soft glow.
"Heirs of the goddess the Saccharro family worships," Chris continued. "Chosen vessels. Walking blessings… or calamities."
Alauna met his gaze without flinching.
"Such power is not owned, It is inherited"
The lightning vanished.
The darkness receded.
Silence followed — deep, reverent silence.
Leo exhaled slowly. Next was Avril.
She stepped forward with a quiet confidence, pale blue eyes steady as the symbols along the walls shimmered in response. The air around her shifted first — gentle at the edges, almost playful.
"I possess two affinities," Avril said softly.
A breeze spiraled outward, lifting her hair and fluttering her sleeves. The wind wasn't violent, but it was fast — sharp, controlled, alive. It wrapped around her like an extension of her body, responding instantly to every subtle movement.
Then the air cooled.
Moisture condensed from nothing, forming clear streams of water that flowed gracefully around her arms.
Wind and water.
"An unusual combination," Chris said. "Speed and adaptability. Together, they make her swift, fluid, and deceptively dangerous — capable of seamless offense and iron-tight defense."
He paused, studying the way the water responded to her will.
"Especially considering her lineage."
"Avril comes from a healing family," Chris continued. "One traditionally aligned with life… or light."
A murmur spread.
Avril lowered her hands, the water hovering, the wind still whispering around her.
"She is a variant," Chris said plainly. "An outlier."
The water pulsed faintly — warm, almost luminous for a brief second.
Chris's gaze sharpened.
"Unlike others I have my own theory about her affinity," he said slowly, "that her water affinity may possess a rare variation — one that may allow it to mimic certain properties of life or light."
The glow faded.
"But it remains unconfirmed."
Avril met his gaze, expression calm.
The wind died down.
The water dissolved into the air.