Dimensional Descent

Lyra Emberheart had been the subject of great discussion these days. After placing third, she secured a great honor for the Spirituals, but while everyone else was celebrating her success, she seemed to be the only one who couldn't.

Sitting by her windowsill, her chin resting on her palm and her gaze looking out into the world, her breath came out in a steady, slow stream. The wind caught her gauze-like curtains and fluttered her pink nightgown as the sun set.

Her victory was a good thing for the Spirituals, but the ultimate result was that it had emboldened a lot of people.

Despite the clear gap that had been displayed, maybe used the excuse of Aerin as a reason. They felt that if she had paired up with a Spiritual instead, maybe instead of third place, she could have secured at least second, or maybe, she would have made it far closer than it seemed.

The funny part was that Lyra didn't believe they were actually wrong; the trouble was that they blamed the wrong things.

In terms of skill and talent in Force Pill Crafting, she didn't believe herself to be inferior to anyone beneath the Gods. She had seen the geniuses of the Demi-Gods now and she wasn't impressed.

The gap between them lay not in their talent, but rather the breadth of their knowledge. If one had all the talent in the world but no method to apply it, then what good was it?

But that was why her rewards were so good. She had received an Eighth and Ninth Order Standard Force Pill Recipe. If she took her time to study them, she could close the gap...

Just a little bit.

She sighed.

How many blueprints could Celestia study whenever she wanted? What about Verma?

There were just some gaps that couldn't be closed so easily.

Her mind flickered toward Aerin, but the image was immediately overlaid by Leonel, and she sighed an even deeper sigh.

was so talented, but even

targeted Leonel? And even then,

to herself. Was it a weakness to not be perfectly proficient

personality. She didn't like the spotlight... it was just unfortunate

Sparrow meant that he definitely had a backbone. If not for Leonel taking most of the heat, the discrimination he would have faced would

calculated risks, while Leonel was wild and moved with naked abandon. He just happened to have so much talent and intelligence that things

Until now.

almost being married off to a

one way or another, her family was hell-bent on shipping her

"What is this?"

a scent he recognized all too well, after all,

of the letter several times, but

a series of words she might put in order. But she would never send

Lyra, but he felt

woman who was quiet and reserved, bordering on shy, even. But she

so, made that plainly obvious. She would never send a letter like a damsel in distress,

trying to lure him

His brows furrowed.

was also celebrating, and he was at the core of the celebrations, but his

he couldn't fall into such