"Well, as you're aware, darling, all Celestials—save for Spell Weavers and Arcanists—are limited to a maximum of ten abilities. But, reach Class-Three, and you'll find a little surprise: an extra ability is granted."
Ms. Queen spoke slowly, her eyes scanning my features as best the fog allowed.
"But how does it work, you may ask? It's quite simple, really. They don't unlock this ability themselves; instead, it's bestowed upon them by an external source…"
My head throbbed with sharp pain.
"...as a blessing..."
The throbbing intensified, pounding against my skull.
"...from what you call..."
The pain continued to build, like a vise tightening around my mind.
"...a Primordial..."
My vision blurred, and the agony surged through me.
"...a Class-One."
Then, boom!
The pain went haywire, reaching its peak.
It was as if a lightning bolt struck directly into my brain, sending shockwaves of torment through every fiber of my being, burning my every nerve.
