It was high above the two that rode quietly on the stallion; the enigmatic overseer of balance watched as she walked on the sky itself as if the invisible air bore platforms beneath her heeled boots.

Crescentia quietly hummed to herself as she spectated the slumbering Emilio from the sky, “He grows with each encounter. If this continues, he may become a force of destruction soon enough. If that’s the case, I will eliminate him without hesitation.”

There was no falsehood embedded in those golden eyes that belonged to Crescentia; the woman of a youthful appearance spoke only the truth in those words.

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