"Pisces..."
He...
No, it should be her voice, resonating like a song in Fisher's heart, indifferently repeating her honorific name.
She is Pisces amid the Star Chaos, chosen by Mother Goddesses thousands of years ago, and she has chosen Fisher.
Such a skill typically belongs to a specific demi-human species unique to the Western Continent.
Witches.
"You are not... a woman... I cannot... bestow upon you... my powerful... trait... but the connection... can enhance... the magic power... of your soul... you... can use... more powerful... magic... but if... still... overwhelmed... contact us... at night... anytime... if you... change your... mind..."
Fisher looked at the glowing magic circuits on his hands, suddenly unsure of what to say.
But Pisces did not wish to speak further, the energy of the Star Magic surrounding them dimmed, and the hazy mist revealing the Spirit Realm and Pisces' vague figure became increasingly blurry, about to reveal the colors of the real nighttime.
