[Will Completed.]

[New Skill Activated.]

You have received: Proud Peacock God of Lust – Radiant Prism

Type: Divine Support / Glamour / Battlefield Control

Effect: Summons the physical spirit of the Peacock God, who manifests in radiant, humanoid peacock form to assist you through beauty, charm, and dazzling illusions.

[You have now completed 1 out of 6 Wills given by the 7 fallen constellations.]

Two Weeks Later

Alinthor hadn't stopped talking about the Radiant Masquerade.

Even after the lanterns were taken down and the flower walls removed, the city still pulsed with the memory of that night. People spoke of the colors. The music. The light.

But most of all—

They spoke her name.

Nyx.

The human with silver hair. The one who turned a ruined ceremony into something unforgettable.

Shopkeepers whispered it when straightening their shelves. Artisans passed it between themselves while carving delicate new mask designs inspired by her dress. Children reenacted her arrival on the festival stairs with toy veils and silver ribbons.

She was a name now.

And more than that—she was remembered.

The royal family, too, had spoken highly of her. Queen Valenya had reportedly kept a pressed blossom from the celebration tucked in a small case beside her writing desk.

The city had accepted her.

But Nyx knew better than to linger too long where comfort was starting to grow.

It was her last day in the elf kingdom.

Her things were packed. What little she carried was already strapped to her satchel. Her room—lavish, too large, too still—stood empty behind her.

She had been staring out from the castle's garden balcony for nearly an hour now, silent, cloak drawn around her. The air was cool. The sky is soft with morning mist.

A part of her would miss this place.

Not the riches. Not the high ceilings or jeweled tapestries.

But the quiet.

And the chaos.

And, most of all—Lorienna.

"I was hoping you'd chicken out," a voice said behind her.

Nyx didn't turn.

"You should know better than that by now," she replied.

Lorienna walked up beside her, arms crossed, chin high—but her expression was softer than usual.

"I still don't like it," she said.

"I never asked you to."

The wind tugged lightly at their cloaks.

After a long pause, Lorienna sighed and held something out.

Nyx turned toward her, reaching out to take it.

A map. Folded neatly. The corners worn. Ink markings she didn't recognize dotted the roads.

"Safe routes to the dragon kingdom," Lorienna muttered. "And I circled a few inns that won't feed you anything poisonous."

Nyx smiled faintly. "Thoughtful."

"I'm nothing if not thorough."

She tucked the map into her satchel.

Then silence again.

Longer this time.

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Finally, Nyx said, quietly, "I'll miss this place." Lorienna looked at her.

"But I'll miss you more."

That cracked Lorienna's playful mask just a bit. She looked down, fidgeting with the edge of her sleeve.

"Yeah. Me too."

Nyx shifted her weight, tilting her head. "You were chaos."

Lorienna raised an eyebrow. "You loved it."

Nyx didn't deny it.

At the gates, the sun had risen higher. The forest path beyond shimmered with dew. A soft mist hung in the distance, curling around the treetops like silver thread.

Nyx adjusted her satchel and fastened her cloak. Lorienna followed her there, just a step behind, quiet now.

She stood watching as Nyx looked out over the road.

"You don't have to go today," she said one last time.

"I do."

Lorienna swallowed hard. "Then I guess… this is it."

Nyx turned toward her. And for once, without hesitation, pulled her into a hug.

Lorienna clung to her tightly. "Don't you dare die on me."

"I'll try not to."

"You better write."

"No promises."

Lorienna sniffed. "You're the worst."

"I know."

She paused, turned just slightly over her shoulder, veil still hiding her eyes, but her voice soft and clear.

"Thanks again for everything… Princess Lorienna."

A small smile tugged at her lips as she dipped into a slight bow.

Behind her, Lorienna stiffened.

"Huh?" she gasped. "You… knew?"

Nyx straightened, not facing her fully, but the amusement in her tone was unmistakable.

"Of course I did," she said with a light chuckle. "You weren't exactly hiding it well."

Lorienna opened her mouth to speak—then closed it.

She swallowed the lump forming in her throat, lifting her chin, even as her voice came out quieter than usual.

"You're welcome, Nyx."

The words lingered in the morning air.

Neither of them said anything else.

There was nothing left to say.

Nyx turned back toward the road, the forest waiting, the sky above beginning to warm with light.

And without another word, she walked on.

One Will complete.

Six more to go.

And the journey had only just begun.

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The road had grown quiet again.

Soft wind stirred through the trees, brushing the edges of her cloak. Somewhere ahead, birds sang lazily into the open air. The sun had climbed, but the morning chill still clung to the edges of her sleeves.

Nyx sighed, dragging her fingers across the bark of a passing tree as she walked.

The quiet was getting boring.

She glanced around—no travelers on the road. No one was nearby. Just her and the trail.

Which meant…

"So," she said aloud, voice cutting into the stillness. "Uriel… how did you destroy that place?"

Silence.

Then a familiar voice, smooth and annoyingly amused:

"Whatever do you mean, Nyx?"

She scoffed. "Don't play dumb with me. You did something with the ceremony, didn't you?"

Uriel was quiet for a beat.

She wasn't mad. Just… curious.

"Well," Uriel said in that infuriatingly smug tone, "you were able to use your plans, weren't you?"

"Yes, but I still want to know," Nyx replied. "The place was totaled. Decorations were destroyed. Furniture turned to ash. You can't expect me not to ask."

A light hum of amusement drifted through her mind.

"Since you really want to know… I sent Frosty to do his worst on the place."

"Frosty?" she repeated.

"Yes. Lovely little thing. Very obedient. He shredded everything just as I told him. He's a good boy."

Nyx blinked. "You sent Frosty to destroy the entire planning hall?"

"Well, yes since you had to use your plan in order to successfully complete the will, I had to ensure it happened."

She blinked again, this time slowly.

"How… how did you even do that?"

A pause, then a more casual tone:

"I can control the shadow domain independently, Nyx. I don't need your command to do so. Besides—" Uriel's voice softened ever so slightly, "—you were able to unlock your first Will. From the Proud Peacock God of Lust."

Nyx exhaled and pondered that for a moment.

"I guess you're right," she admitted. "As long as nobody got hurt."

"Of course not, Nyx."

She adjusted her pack and kept walking, eyes forward.

"And the Will," she said. "What's it about? How do I use it?"

"Let's see…" Uriel said lightly.

Skill: Proud Peacock God of Lust – Radiant Prism

Type: Divine Support / Glamour / Battlefield Control

When activated, the physical spirit of the Peacock God manifests beside you in his radiant Peacock form—adorned in flowing robes, crowned with shifting peacock feathers that shimmer in dazzling, iridescent colors. The spirit is fully tangible, able to speak, move, and interact with Nyx directly—often adjusting her appearance mid-battle or whispering prideful, affectionate lines like: "Shine brighter, little star."

On the battlefield, the spirit unfurls its luminous feathers, casting brilliant shards of refracted light that:

Disorient enemies with overwhelming beauty and shifting illusions

Empower allies, enhancing their charm and magical presence

Distort incoming attacks, reflecting or softening them with radiant pulses

Nyx slowed her steps, lips slightly parted beneath the veil. A lump caught in her throat.

"So… I'll be able to interact with him?" she asked.

"Yes."

"And talk to him? Like… directly?"

"That's correct," Uriel replied smoothly.

She went quiet for a moment, then clenched her fist in anticipation.

"Can I try it now?"

Uriel didn't answer right away.

Nyx drew in a steady breath, then raised her voice.

"I activate new skill—Radiant Prism!"

Nothing happened.

Not even a sparkle.

She blinked. "Huh? Why isn't anything happening?"

"Well," Uriel said, tone dipped in barely hidden condescension, "that's because you're not in battle, Nyx."

Her head tilted slightly. "You couldn't have said that before I yelled?"

"I was about to, but someone shouted before I could finish."

"I don't like your tone."

"Whatever do you mean, Nyx?"

She groaned. "Stop doing that."

Uriel made a quiet noise that might've been a hum.

Nyx rolled her eyes. "Well, it's fine. As long as I get to see him eventually, I don't care how."

"That's the spirit," Uriel replied, almost cheerfully.

Nyx narrowed her eyes beneath the veil. "I seriously don't like your attitude lately. Did you suddenly develop emotions or something?"

Uriel didn't hesitate. "Whatever do you mean, Nyx?"

She shook her head. "You're impossible."

"Yes, Nyx."

And with that, she stepped over the ridge and continued down the trail, the trees parting ahead of her like the curtain before a new stage.

The dragon kingdom waited. And she was ready to meet it.

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