Aitana's POV
A few days had passed since I'd woken up glowing like some celestial being. I was still trying to understand my new body and power—some things came naturally, like breathing, while others required Haniel's guidance.
"You're thinking too hard," Haniel chided in my mind as I stared at my glowing palms. "It's not about forcing it. It's about letting it flow."
I exhaled sharply, flexing my fingers. Golden light shimmered along my skin, responding to my frustration. "Easy for you to say. You're not the one who might accidentally set the curtains on fire."
I discovered that my godly powers are related to fire. If I get angry, I can burn things. It is not the same as the magic witches use; in my case, the fire listens to me. Or at least, that's what I'm trying to do.
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