studiobondurri 64 – Stagger
64 – Stagger
There was a reason why Yvain had let all of his doubts about Burn fall by the wayside.
It wasn't just that Burn had achieved the impossible by bringing his master back, a monumental feat no one else had ever accomplished. It was more than that—he had never seen his master, the Infinite Witch, display such genuine warmth and rapport with anyone else.
The Infinite Witch wasn't cold by any means, but neither was she prone to offering open displays of affection, particularly to those unfamiliar to her.
She was a figure shrouded in beauty so absolute it was almost a curse. No matter how subtly she attempted to blend into the crowd, her luminous presence was impossible to miss.
She was a visionary of unparalleled genius, a figure whose insight and wisdom comparable to even the legendary Merlin.
Holding an equal conversation with her was a daunting task, for few could truly comprehend the depths of her mind or the essence of who she was. Her intellect created an invisible barrier that separated her from the rest of the world—even from the rest of the Vision users.
But Burn was different.
He didn't need to laboriously climb up to reach the flower perched on the high cliff. He was already standing atop his own towering cliff, matching her in stature and grandeur.
And the flower, instead of staying distant and aloof, seemed to naturally gravitate towards him, reaching out in an unspoken bond of mutual understanding and respect.
Burn was one of the few who could meet her gaze on an equal footing, an exception to the norm, a beacon that called out to her in the vast sea of faces.
This shared high ground they occupied was a testament to their unique connection, a connection that Yvain could not help but acknowledge and respect as her disciple.
So, when Yvain witnessed them chatting in the mundane, a sense of relief washed over him.
He had feared that Morgan would spend her infinite lifespan in solitude, a goddess forever confined to her own world. But perhaps Morgan wouldn't have to bear her eternal existence alone. At least, not for a while.
Yvain blinked, a subtle smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He slowly rose from his chair, his gaze sweeping across the room in
To make Emperor Burn stagger.