{IRIS}
"There," Seraphina said, already stepping back. "Done."
As the tension eased, my thoughts drifted elsewhere—unbidden, unwelcome.
Didn't I get hit by the black flame too?
The realization struck like a sudden chill.
I glanced down at my arm, heart pounding.
Nothing.
No discoloration. No pain. No lingering mark.
Exactly as I had expected.
A strange calm settled over me, followed by dread.
So curses didn't work on me too.
Or perhaps… they never had.
I drew in a deep breath, forcing my racing thoughts into order.
If that was true—if I truly possessed some form of innate resistance—then maybe, just maybe, I could manifest my healing abilities properly.
If I could do that, then I wouldn't be expelled. I wouldn't be cast aside like a defective mutt.
But the truth loomed darker still.
I didn't even know how.
I didn't know I had arcane potential until days ago. A month, at most.
