“Indeed,” Zakkai agreed, meeting my Guardian’s gaze. “I already have a course schedule in mind.”
“Good,” I interjected before Zeph could demand a full itinerary. “Traditionally, Midnight Fae ascend in their twenty-fifth year, giving them ample time to prepare. But with my grandfather absorbing the Dark Source and forcing it on Aflora, the rules have clearly changed. We’ll need all the structure we can get.”
Ascensions were powerful.
And Aflora’s would be legendary.
We had to begin preparing now.
“What happens if I fully ascend?” Aflora asked after a beat, her expression hesitant.
“When,” I corrected. “When you fully ascend, you’ll become one of the most powerful abominations in existence.”