“Julius!” A shrill filled the chapel struggling to remain intact from the immense pressure forming from radioactive waves. Their light blinded me, deceiving the eye of a mere human, who did not know the meaning of Syris’s blessing. His body shrouded with clouds white fire swirling out of sync grew larger by the second.
She should have known what Pipa meant about God's use of words. No other human had attempted the connection to the world of Allumina for thousands of years for a reason. The lack of information about the sacrifice for one’s desire could have been anything.
Nothing was worse than this.
She should have been more attentive to the ongoing conversations of the royal family and Jasein’s attempts to throttle her business endeavors.
Her greed caused this - everything was her fault.
She should have never made that wish.