A sharp clap echoed through the training hall, breaking the heavy weight that had settled over the room.
"Alright, alright! That is enough living in the past," Seren said, a bright, easy smile returning to her face as if the grim tale of the Frozen Cross had never passed her lips. She set her empty coffee cup aside and stretched her arms over her head.
"We came here to work, not to turn you into a depressing block of ice, little bird."
Beside her, Morgana let out a rough snort, the tension leaving her shoulders as she leaned back on the bench, her relaxed posture returning. The heavy history was put away as fast as it had come out.
Seren rested her hands on her hips, looking down at me. "Anyway, the point of all that history is simple. We owe your grandfather our lives. Since he is not around to teach you, you will just have to settle for learning from another powerhouse. Aren't you lucky?"
