Celeste's POV...
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Celeste stood still on the endless surface of water, the ripples from her last movement long gone by now.
The space gradually returned to that same eerie silence that felt too deep and too empty, even for her liking.
She had just won her seventh fight, and though each fight had been difficult in its own way, proven by her somewhat currently battered state, she was still a bit distracted.
Her thoughts refused to move past what the Ancestor Darius from her first battle had said before vanishing into nothing after she defeated him.
Time magic.
She frowned slightly, her brows knitting as she lifted her hand slowly, staring at it as if she expected something to manifest, but nothing happened, no matter how much she focused on it.
She had done the same thing each time after every fight, to no avail, unfortunately.
