Time flowed onward, swift and merciless.
Souta watched as years slipped by like drifting shadows. At seventeen, Saya stood tall at her academy's graduation ceremony, her presence already carrying the weight of power. She had successfully stepped into the Shackled Realm, forcibly tearing apart the limits of her own body, one shackle at a time. Each breakthrough left her stronger, more refined.
Her talent did not go unnoticed.
Before long, she became a direct disciple of one of the Vajra Race's God-rank beings. From that moment on, her name spread throughout Vajra City and beyond. She was spoken of with awe, her future seemingly already decided.
A seed destined to bloom into a God-rank existence.
Proposals followed.
