Saelina has had no say in her life, thus far. She's spent the last decade barely eking out a living, on the outskirts of Mahlein, courtesy of her former fiancée and his father, who've pushed her further and further towards starvation.

She has done things most people would find beneath them and still she stands.

Things change when she finds a wounded sorceress in the woods and decides to help the woman in the hopes of a hefty reward.

Ezeas is a Nyxan scout, sent out to retrieve an important weapon, believed to be in the possession of a crafty sorceress.

His country is on the brink of war and needs the help of the dragons, only given to those who posses a bit of the mystical beasts' essence

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"If you did not have to limit yourself to...anything. What would you wish for? What is your truest desire, Saelina?"

"Power."

The answer came without deliberation or pause.

"The power to never starve, to stand on my own, without someone holding me up. To reject whomever I want, whenever I want."

Tahlisa's gaze became more intent and she moved close to her rescuer.

"Say you had that power, right here, right now. What would you do?"

Saelina smiled cruelly. It was a wholly new expression, yet it somehow made her features terrifyingly beautiful, Tahlisa realized.

"I'd burn down the Tower and force the Harrows to watch as their home, their legacy turns to ash."