Warning: Concentrated lewdness in this chapter (that's what the asterisk in the title means)!
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Grace trudged back to her quarters. Her head spun with the weight of Eternia's revelations.
Seven ancient pillars of existence, all corrupted by Eternia's negative emotions. Azrael and her followers using Sin energy to fight demons. And somehow, Grace was supposed to fix everything.
[Great. Just great. Save the world, Grace. No pressure.]
She turned the corner toward her room and stopped short. Petriel was standing outside her door, fidgeting with the hem of her robe. When she spotted Grace, she jumped like she'd been caught doing something wrong.
"Oh! Grace! I was just... waiting for you."
Grace blinked.
"Is everything okay?"
"Y-Yes! Well, mostly." Petriel tucked a strand of green hair behind her ear. "After the debriefing, Celestia and the faction leaders had a meeting and... they assigned me to stay in the rookie wing. With you and the others."
Grace raised an eyebrow.
