Saiya sat at the grand, oak table in the elegant dining room of her family's lavish mansion, her slender fingers tracing patterns on the white tablecloth. The room was bathed in a soft, golden light from the luxurious chandeliers that hung overhead.

Camellia Lairein, Saiya's mother, sat gracefully at the head of the table. Her alabaster skin glowed with a timeless beauty, and her piercing sapphire eyes held an air of wisdom that came from a millennium of existence.

Despite Saiya's insistence on spending time with her classmates, Camellia had felt an undeniable pull of concern. She wanted to ensure her beloved daughter's safety during these formative years, particularly when Saiya had yet to undergo her awakening.

Camellia leaned forward, her gaze fixed on Saiya. "I understand that you have begun to explore the intricacies of human existence," she began, her voice as melodious as it was ageless.

Saiya nodded, meeting her mother's eyes. "Yes, mother. It's been an eye-opening experience."

Camellia offered a warm smile. "And I am pleased that you are finding joy among them. However, I would be remiss if I didn't express my concern for your safety."

Saiya recognized the depth of her mother's worries. "Mother, Vex has been looking out for me."

Camellia studied Z-01 intently. He had already proven his worth.

"Saiya," Camellia continued, clearing her throat. "I sense a unique aura around you. A presence that is unlike any I have encountered. The tides of fate have a way of revealing their secrets in due time."

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Saiya furrowed her brow, uncertain about the deeper meaning of her mother's words. "Mother, what do you mean?"

Camellia leaned back in her chair, exuding power. "In time, you will understand, my child. Your aura, your awakening, will be unlike any other. For now, remember that you are my daughter and you have the strength of our lineage."

Saiya nodded, her heart swelling with pride. She knew that her mother was right. She was destined for great things, and she would not let her down.

Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the mansion as the front door was kicked open.

Tase, the leader of the Tragic vigilante group, surged into the room, her body coursing with electricity. Spidery tendrils of lightning shot from her fingertips, crackling through the air.

"Saiya!" Camellia exclaimed, her voice piercing through the chaos.

Camellia stood from her seat with a fluid motion, her hand drawing forth a gleaming sword. Her aura flared to life, a testament to her centuries of mastery in the art of combat.

"Stay behind me," she commanded Saiya, her voice a commanding presence, as she advanced to meet the attackers.

Saiya observed, wide-eyed and amazed, as Camellia engaged the intruders in a swift and lethal dance. Her blade met each of Tase's lightning strikes, parrying their every move with the finesse of a true master.

Powder, another member of the Tragic, seized the opportunity to create a dense smoke screen that enveloped the room. Confusion reigned as the acrid haze filled the air.

Hands, the third member of the Tragic, slipped through the smoke unnoticed.

Z-01, leaped into action with a remarkable display of agility. As Hands made a bold attempt to reach Saiya, Z-01 intercepted in a blur. His strikes were precise, rendering Hands unconscious and sprawled on the floor.

Meanwhile, Tase's crackling attacks met a relentless defense from Camellia, her blade striking like lightning. With each failed attempt, Tase's powers began to wane, their intensity diminishing as she grew fatigued.

The smoke began to clear, revealing the intruders defeated and disarmed. As the last of them surrendered, Camellia gracefully unsummoned her Sword, the room now filled with a silence that spoke of their hard-fought victory.

"Saiya," Camellia said, her voice unwavering. "You must be prepared for the unpredictability of the world. Both danger and shadows lurk in the corners."

Saiya nodded, her understanding deepening as she witnessed her mother's prowess in the heat of battle.

"Remember," Camellia concluded, her hand enveloping Saiya's gently. "You are destined for greatness."