There was a scar on Nyra's neck now.
A star-shaped burn that pulsed when she got angry.
Lucifer called it a birthmark of rebirth.
He said it meant she was now walking the Starpath — the journey of power that transcended mortal laws.
But Nyra didn't care about that.
All she cared about…
was the way Caelia kissed her.
Still, the trials didn't stop.
Lucifer pushed harder.
Faster.
Meaner.
He made her fight illusions of herself.
One version was weak and scared.
One was bloodthirsty.
One wore Caelia's face and begged for mercy.
Nyra destroyed them all.
Even the one who smiled like her.
By week's end, she was bleeding starlight.
Literally.
Her body leaked light instead of blood.
Lucifer laughed.
"Your body is rejecting mortality."
Nyra didn't laugh.
"I'm tired," she said.
"You don't get tired," he replied. "You evolve."
One night, Nyra found herself on the academy rooftop again.
Caelia joined her, holding a stolen bottle of starlotus wine.
They didn't speak.
They just drank.
Then Caelia whispered:
"Do you ever think about running away?"
Nyra looked at her.
And for the first time… smiled.
"Only if you come with me."
Suddenly, alarms blared.
The sky turned red.
A celestial weapon — an orbital divine lance — was descending on the academy.
Lucifer summoned a barrier.
Instructors panicked.
Students screamed.
And Nyra?
She walked straight into the blast zone.
The lance fell like a god's judgment.
Boom.
Light consumed everything.
For ten seconds, the world ended.
When the dust cleared—
Nyra stood alone, hand outstretched.
The divine lance — cracked in half — floated behind her.
She had caught it.
With one hand.
Lucifer stood stunned.
Caelia dropped her wine.
From that day onward…
Nyra was no longer called "that girl."
She was called:
The Starbreaker.
And the Council of Realms officially marked her as a Class-S existential threat.
But when Caelia asked her what it felt like…
Nyra only said:
"I miss the quiet."