Elara’s palm suddenly slammed against the training ground, releasing a burst of raw silver energy that sent a shockwave through the air.
Thorne staggered back, barely keeping his balance. Dust flew everywhere. Elara’s eyes widened in panic as she rushed toward him.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to push that hard!” she exclaimed, grabbing his arm with both hands. “Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?”
Thorne steadied himself, brushing dirt off his shirt. His silver-streaked dark hair was messy from the blast, but he was grinning. “That was powerful, Elara. Really powerful.”
Kael walked over with a towel, wiping sweat from his own forehead. His warm amber eyes were full of encouragement. “You’re progressing fast. But you need better control. The power is flowing through you like a river now.”
Rona
