~Omniscient POV
The air in Ciela’s training room shimmered faintly with mana. Thin trails of energy wound around her as she moved, sweat clinging to her brow. She was barefoot on the polished floor, a staff hovering inches from her palm — rotating, slow and steady, guided by thought alone.
Her breathing was even. Focused. Every motion looked rehearsed, but there was hunger behind it, she knew she had to get stronger. Not just for her father but so that she’ll be able to protect those dear to her and now that monsters roamed freely amongst them, she was running out of time.
The staff dipped slightly but she corrected it with a flick of her fingers. The wood obeyed, gliding upward with a hum. Her mind tightened around it until the strain built at her temples. She gritted her teeth, pushin
