Jinkan Nephilim descended from her golden ship with grace befitting her status.
She wasn't just a noble—she was royalty. The fourth in line for the Nephilim throne, a faction considered the top in the entire magus realm. Compared to Kronos, who merely ruled over a Grade One faction, Jinkan was akin to a god visiting mortals.
Klea, watching her arrival with narrowed eyes, offered a polite but cutting smile.
"What an honor to welcome you, Your Grace," she said with a tone soaked in sarcasm and suspicion.
Jinkan replied without pause. "I'm here to help." Her golden eyes turned serious.
The tension between the two was unmistakable, but so was the history. Once academy rivals, their animosity had long cooled into something more complex—an uneasy camaraderie shaped by war, sacrifice, and the man they both respected.
