Ophanim.
The highest rank Pollux had mentioned—part of the Third Divine Order, which itself fell under the Divine Hierarchy.
It was a lot of information for Jasmine to swallow all at once, but one thing stood out to her immediately.
It all sounded... biblical.
She hadn't even noticed when Pollux had returned to his seat across from her. Now he sat with one leg crossed over the other, elegant as ever, lifting a cup of tea to his lips as though this were an ordinary afternoon conversation.
Hesitating only briefly, Jasmine asked, tentative—
"Are... are you an Ophanim, then?"
Of course he was. What a stupid question, she thought a second too late.
But Pollux laughed—loudly.
"Hahahaha!"
The sound dumbfounded her.
"Of course I am not," he said, still amused. "Ophanim are the most powerful and terrifying beings that exist, as far as I know. The last time I met one, even I could barely keep myself from running away with my tail tucked between my legs."
