A Fractured Trust
The halls of the manor felt colder than usual as Elena wandered aimlessly, her thoughts a tangled mess. The training had left her shaken, her confidence crumbling under the weight of failure. She could still feel the lingering energy of the Source crackling beneath her skin, restless and impatient, like a beast waiting to be unleashed. Every step echoed softly in the empty corridor, but even here, away from the others, Elena couldn’t find peace. Damien’s words played over and over in her mind, intertwining with her doubts. *They’ll turn on you eventually…* “Elena?” She turned to see Cassie standing at the end of the hall, her sharp eyes narrowing in concern. “Hey. You okay?” Elena forced a smile. “Yeah, just needed some air.” Cassie crossed her arms, leaning casually against
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