No one's going to touch My Grandson

Divine flames were the stuff of legends, something they had only heard of in old, almost forgotten tales. They had never imagined they would witness one, let alone see it in the hands of a mortal.

Each of them was overwhelmed by the gravity of the situation.

Oceana, realizing the danger of this revelation, quickly raised her hand, casting a sealing spell over the room. A shimmering barrier of light spread from her palm, enclosing the space around them and muffling the sounds from outside.

This news could not be allowed to escape.

The flame's presence would change everything, and if word spread, the Spire would be thrown into turmoil—or worse, it could attract unwanted attention from far beyond the coven's walls.

"This changes everything," Oceana said, her tone heavy with the weight of responsibility.