Page 410 of Axis of Fire

With a graceful wave of her hand, an enormous screen appeared before us.

It stretched almost from floor to ceiling.

Three columns filled its surface.

The first displayed an exact digital model of my body, complete with every imaginable measurement.

The second showed another silhouette—this one highlighting my personal color palette.

And the third resembled a profile.

My magical affinity.

My personal preferences.

Several empty spaces beside the names of different celestial placements.

One of them suddenly filled itself in.

Moon — Pink

"The Moon in a natal chart governs a person's comfort zone," Madame Zhivorzhinette explained.

"For now, color is simply the easiest place to begin."

I nodded silently.

I still wasn't entirely used to the idea that astrology could influence something as ordinary as clothing.

"So..." she continued.

"Would you like to wear pink for the Selection?"

I shook my head without the slightest hesitation.

"Absolutely not."

"I prefer bold colors."

"Strong contrasts."

"If I had to choose, I'd wear either red... or black."

With a graceful wave of her hand, a new note appeared on the floating display.

Style Preference: Bold colors. High contrast.

"Red would suit a fire mage perfectly," she mused.

I nodded.

For a brief moment, I wondered if my attraction to black came from the magic of Death.

Then another thought occurred to me.

"Wait..."

"How did you know I'm a fire mage?"