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    What? The audacity.


    Their faces immediately darkened, lips tightening, clearly pissed off by her blunt arrogance. Around them, the others looked on in awe and quietly sighed, thinking she might suffer for itter.


    Everyone knew those three were full of themselves. Rubbing them the wrong way was just asking for trouble.


    They wouldn’t do anything truly outrageous, but they’d surely try to teach Christina a small lesson.


    One of them stepped forward slightly, his voice cold. “Alright then. Let’s see if you’re really as good as you think you are.”


    The three of them folded their arms and stood there watching, just waiting for her to slip up.


    They were sure she was just overconfident and would mess up the mural restoration—maybe even wreck it—then break down and beg them for help in tears.


    Christina didn’t even blink. She turned to Magnus and asked calmly, “Did you get all the materials I asked for?”


    “All set,” he replied with a nod.


    “Good. Let’s get it done,” she said, her tone steady, brimming with quiet confidence.


    Whispers spread through the crowd like wildfire.


    “You think she can actually pull this off? Restoring a mural like that isn’t child’s y.”


    “Maybe she’s some kind of prodigy? I mean, why else would Magnus call her his mentor?”


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    “I heard Magnus is losing it. Some people even say she’s probably just his rtive and he’s giving her a free ride.”


    Spection buzzed on all sides.


    But as Christina set to work, the noise faded. Everyone’s eyes locked on her hands. No one dared blink.


    At first, there was nothing shy. Her movements were steady, precise—sure, but not jaw-dropping.


    Some people even started thinking they could probably do that too.


    But then—about half an hour in—everything changed. She stepped back, revealing just one small corner of the restored mural. Gasps echoed across the room.


    It was breathtaking.


    The bird she brought back to life looked like it was about to leap off the wall—wings mid-p, eyes gleaming, alive with fire and grace.


    If she restored the entire mural to this level, it wouldn’t just bring back its old glory—it would transcend it. It felt like she was bringing the world inside that mural into the real one.


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