The morning sun crept slowly over the canyon walls, casting pale light onto the camp where the fire had burned low. The air was cooler than it had been the night before, but there was a charged silence now, one that felt heavier than the stillness that had come before the storm.
Sena sat outside the small tent that Caelum had set up for her, her hands resting in her lap. She had been awake for hours, her mind still buzzing with the sensation of the power she had briefly controlled the night before. The glow in her hands, the way the fire had responded to her—she couldn't forget it.
But now, as the sun rose, the truth of it began to settle into her bones. The power was hers. It always had been. But until now, it had been a wild, untamable force inside her, a storm that could tear everythi
