The morning after Lupa left, the packhouse felt heavier.
She didn’t take much with her—just a small bag and a look of regret she didn’t try to hide. I didn’t stop her. I wanted to, but deep down I knew she was right. Her being here only complicated things. We needed focus, not hesitation.
Eryx didn’t say much about it either. He watched her leave from the edge of the training field, his expression unreadable. The silence between them had said more than words ever could.
Now, every day was training.
From sunrise until the stars came out, we worked until our muscles burned and our powers felt raw. Eryx didn’t hold back—he pushed us harder than anyone had before.
“This energy isn’t just strength.” He said one morning as the sun broke through the mist. “It’s memory. The Eclipse power come
