Amara's POV
The next few days passed in a blur of intense training, every waking moment spent honing my magical abilities. Elian pushed me harder than ever, each session more draining than the last, but I could feel myself getting stronger. The connection to my magic was becoming clearer, more tangible, like I could finally control the chaotic force inside me.
I had to save them. I couldn’t stand seeing the Triplets like this, so far from the brothers I once knew. The spell had twisted them, torn them apart, and it was my fault they were in this mess. But it wasn’t too late. I could still fix it.
The practice sessions were relentless. Elian had me focus on my emotions, channeling my anger, pain, and grief into my magic. I had to harness every single feeling that had been building up i
