Chapter: Frustration
The morning sun bathed the training yard in golden light as Tolisk stood at its center, sweat glistening on his forehead. His arms trembled as sparks of lightning danced across his fingertips, weaving into faint gusts of wind that whirled around him. He gritted his teeth, focusing on maintaining balance between the two elements.
Crackle!
A burst of lightning surged too powerfully, jolting up his arm and numbing his shoulder. He hissed in pain, clenching his fist to dispel the residual charge.
It’s so volatile...
Wind was graceful—fluid and consistent. Lightning was wild—furious and uncontrollable. Merging them was like forcing oil and water to blend, and it drained his energy faster than he anticipated.
Taking a deep breath, he tried again, circulating his essenc
