Chapter 97 : Theo Learns the Truth
It all started with a squirrel.
A perfectly innocent, mildly chubby, and perhaps too enthusiastic squirrel that decided to leap from the top of the alchemy tower directly onto Revantra's shoulder... while she was holding a tray full of freshly baked lunch buns.
Theo had just turned the corner when it happened. He saw the buns fly, Revantra flinch, and then—
Fwoom.
A flicker of fire ignited around her, catching the edge of her sleeve. Not real flames, exactly—more like magic-flames. Contained. Controlled. Kind of.
But what made Theo's eyes bug out wasn't the magic itself.
It was the brief flash of skin beneath the torn sleeve. A sigil burned just below her shoulder, glowing faintly. Deep red. Ancient. Demonic.
He froze mid-step, one foot dangling stupidly in the air.
Revantra locked eyes with him.
Theo pointed at her shoulder, mouth open. "Y-You're—That's—Wait, are you a cursed chosen one?! Or an elemental phoenix?! Or—wait—is this a magical tattoo prank?! Because I also have a birthmark that looks like a potato."
Revantra slowly lowered her charred tray, which was now just carrying the dreams of lunch buns past.