At first, the girl only wanted to thank her teacher for saving her life. As her teacher's sole apprentice, she seemed to have little talent, but her rapid growth soon made her realize that she excelled at this. She was a witch by birth.
The stars, the light, even the most destructive energy, embers, were all drawn to her.
Yet over the past few decades, they seemed to have gradually ostracized and driven her teacher away. Her teacher didn't want the girl to follow in her footsteps. “I saved you, but I absolutely don't want to destroy you again. You shouldn't, and don't have to, seek so-called justice for my sake.”
In the end, her teacher died in the girl's arms.
A ray of fire, a seed, a drop of blood. These simple things came together, and the girl began to uncover the truth.
She had never been someone willing to let go of her hatred.
As her teacher had said, she should go and see more of the miracles of this age of geniuses, or follow in the footsteps of those before her and establish a new school named after her own path.
The time had come. She wanted to raise her eyes to the stars above.
