Irielle stood tall, her stance protective and dangerous, with one arm pressing Kana gently behind her.
Her eyes narrowed, glowing faintly with magic barely held in check.
"She's mine. So if you're here to make trouble, turn around and walk out before I make you."
Irielle said coldly.
The red-haired woman across the room didn't flinch. In fact, she smiled wider.
Her white robes shimmered faintly in the light, marked with silver embroidery—symbols of the Temple of Beginnings. The air around her was thick with power, ancient and calm.
"My, my. Possessive, aren't we? Relax, Irielle. I'm not here to steal her forever. I simply need Kana for a short while. That's all"
She said, her tone teasing.
Her gaze flicked toward Kana, sharp and calculating, though her smile remained pleasant.
"A favor, really. One she's already agreed to in spirit."
Irielle's jaw tightened.
"I don't care if the gods themselves requested it. She's not going anywhere with you."
