Chapter 72 - The Princess and the Rift
Lily held the silver glove in her left hand, turning it over slowly, her eyes tracing every curve and joint with quiet intensity. The polished surface gleamed under the lights, its intricate design catching her gaze in a rare moment of stillness.
"Let me help," Logan offered gently, stepping closer. With careful hands, he guided the glove onto her right hand, ensuring each finger aligned perfectly.
Tave stood off to the side, a subtle smile playing on his lips as he observed the exchange. He didn’t interrupt, simply watched with a knowing look, as Logan began to explain how the glove worked.
"It’s basically a mechanical extension," Logan said, his tone calm but focused. "It responds to elemental force. Those unique to each user. That’s how you issue commands through it. Though... it’s not exactly a perfect substitute for a real hand."
He paused, thoughtful. "Still, it should be enough to let you hold your sword again, at least well enough to fight."
It wasn’t perfect, but for Lily, it was enough. Almost immediately, she began adjusting to the sensation, curling her fingers, flexing the artificial joints. Then she stepped further into the room, positioned her stance, and gripped the hilt of her sword once more. Her face remained still, composed as ever, but something had changed.
She swung the sword with cautious precision at first, then again with more confidence. And then, just faintly, a smile touched her lips. She looked toward Logan. "Thanks, Father," she said.
That alone made it worth it. Just being able to return to the battlefield, to reclaim a part of herself she thought might be lost. It would’ve been a waste to sit on the sidelines, especially for someone with as much potential as she had.
With the glove properly fitted and the initial test done, they returned to their meal. It was subtle, but noticeable. Lily now moved with more ease, using her left hand to eat without hesitation. No fumbling, no delay. Just quiet, steady control.