I nodded in quiet satisfaction as I absorbed the implications.
Grade 7.
In a world where elemental affinities were graded from 0 (nonexistent) to 9 (legendary peak), reaching 7 meant stepping into the realm of the gifted.
Most Resonators spent lifetimes trying to push their affinities past Grade 5, yet here I was, already standing among the rare few who could claim mastery over Water, and by extension, its evolved states: ice, mist, and snow.
A soft exhale escaped me.
The Rime Weaver truly was my lucky jackpot.
Not only had it granted me a Mythical-tier bond, but it had also elevated my innate affinity to a level most could only dream of. And this was just the beginning. Grade 7 was strong, but not the limit.
With time, training, and the Rime Weaver's influence, who knew how far I could push it?
My fingers flexed instinctively as if testing the phantom weight of this newfound control.
Good.
Very, very good.
A wry chuckle bubbled up in my chest.
