[Sirius has fought several battles and has reached the limit. Would Host like to upgrade your pet beast Sirius into an Exalted-ranked beast? Yes or No?]
"Sirius, follow me."
Asher's voice was calm, but it held an undercurrent of finality. Sirius, ever loyal, padded after him through the dungeon gates, his silver-blue fur rippling with each silent step. They emerged into the sunlight, and the moment the servants caught sight of the beast beside him, their reactions were swift and instinctive—wide eyes, halted steps, and hands trembling under trays and baskets. One man nearly dropped a crate of fruit; another froze, a broom in mid-sweep.
But then Asher did something they would carry with them for the rest of their lives—etched into memory like a scar.
'Do it.'
The words weren't spoken aloud, but Sirius heard them clearly.
The air changed.
