"You are different indeed," Agnia said, her voice sharp and unwavering. "But life and fate always find a way to return to their natural order. No matter how much you struggle, it's hard to escape your destiny."
Her gaze narrowed, and for the first time since I arrived, I could see a flicker of anger beneath her usual calm.
"Do you honestly believe," she continued, her tone colder now, "that you can forge your own path and somehow become the strongest person in the world with the way you're going now?"
There was no mocking in her voice — just cold disappointment. Her frustration weighed heavily in the air, pressing down like a stone in my chest.
"You're naïve, my dear disciple," she said with a bitter smile. "You have no idea how this world truly works or how powerful some entities are. Even if you manage to reach my stage, who's to say you'll survive against those who've walked these paths far longer than you?"
