"Serenphile, you're going to the Thunder World for study now," Lilith said softly, adjusting the cloak over her daughter's shoulders.
"I know you're very smart, my child… but I want to tell you something important."
Her voice trembled slightly, revealing the fear she tried to hide.
"Don't interfere in anyone's matters. You're a princess of the Angel World, not theirs.
The Thunder World has its own laws, its own ways.
Stay cautious."
Lilith had become especially protective ever since Clara had vanished.
She couldn't bear the thought of losing Seren too.
Serenphile nodded obediently, her eyes steady and warm.
"Mother, I will do as you say.
I always obey you."
Lilith gave a proud smile, her eyes moist.
"Go, take your father's blessings."
Serenphile stepped forward and bowed her head before the King.
He placed a firm, reassuring hand on her head.
"Serenphile, you're our pride.
Show them your strength—show them the Angel World is no less than any other."
"Yes, Father. I will do my best."
Then, it was time.
Serenphile climbed into the royal sky chariot—
A magnificent flying carriage drawn by winged celestial horses, shimmering in silver and white.
She wasn't alone on this journey.
Children from every world, from every realm, were heading to the same place:
The Celestara Academy of Power—
The greatest academy in the universe.
The Thunder World was unlike her home.
There were no endless meadows or crystal-clear skies like the Angel Realm.
Instead, the heavens above always cracked with lightning.
Massive storm clouds rolled across glowing mountains.
A world where thunder ruled the skies.
But the name "Thunder World" wasn't the full truth.
Yes, most here were gifted with thunder-based powers—
But there were still valleys where green forests grew quietly, hidden in the lowlands.
Rain was constant.
The sky always clouded.
The air heavy with energy.
It was a land of power… and secrets.
And Serenphile's journey was only just beginning.