"What an interesting one," Seraphina murmured to herself, her emerald eyes glinting as she watched Liam disappear from sight. "He reminds me so much of Percy… but his will, his sense of self—" She chuckled, tilting her head. "Greater than my dear Percy, without a doubt."
She tapped a finger against her lips, lost in thought. "Well, who cares? Cold-hearted sweeties like them… oh, they'd make such a deadly pair. But not yet. Not yet." A smirk spread across her lips, sharp as a dagger. "You sure are interesting, Liam. And I'd be damned to see that potential go to waste."
She ran a hand through her dark green hair, sighing in amusement. "Such a delicious meal you've found, Mystica."
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As Liam changed into his academy uniform and left the training hall, he realized something unsettling—all the attacks, all the pain he had felt inside Seraphina's domain had been nothing more than illusions. Not a single wound remained on his body.
