Not Allowed To Use Fiery

"Did you know that every Divine Lady before you met a tragic end?" Jean asked abruptly, her voice tinged with curiosity and concern.

Salviana flinched at the morbid topic but tried to wave off the gloom. "Enlighten me," she said, though her tone suggested she wasn't entirely eager to hear it.

Jean leaned forward, clasping her hands in her lap. "It's said that the Divine Ladies, blessed as they were, all carried burdens too heavy for any mortal soul. Each one had a unique channel through which they glimpsed the future. Yours is art—but others were different."

Salviana breathed deeply.

"There was Lady Ismara, who saw visions through reflections in water. She married a nobleman, believing he'd protect her from what she saw. But her visions showed her his betrayal long before it happened. She lost her mind trying to change a fate that couldn't be altered, and she drowned herself in the river that had betrayed her."