In the serene, flower-strewn fields of Havenwood, the sunlight danced gently across wild blossoms as Anastasia moved with supernatural grace, her golden-red glow flickering like a divine flame. Beside her stood the Seer, guiding her with calm, measured words as they rehearsed one of the most difficult tests yet—rescuing five targets in a single second.
Petals scattered in her wake as Anastasia vanished and reappeared across the field in golden blurs, saving illusionary lives crafted by the Seer’s vision-magic. Each time she succeeded, her control sharpened—not only could she summon her power at will, it was slowly becoming instinctive.
Then, without warning, the Seer’s hands dropped to her sides. Her eyes glazed over—a shimmering white glow replacing her irises.
Anastasia stopped mid-st
