From the highest point of the training field, three figures stood in silence — their eyes never leaving the chaotic storm unfolding below.
Elder Caelum stood at the center, his arms folded across his chest, the wind tugging gently at his robes. Beside him, Florita watched with her hands clasped together, a rare mix of pride and concern etched into her soft features.
And on the other side, Elder Luparius leaned slightly forward, his sharp gaze tracking every movement like a hawk dissecting a hunt.
In front of them, the battlefield was alive — not with practice, but with power.
Livia moved like a force of nature, her body a blur of silver and flame. One moment she was Lilly, her wolf from slicing through the air with unmatched speed and ferocity.
The next, in a blink, she was back to her human form, her lips already weaving a spell before her feet even touched the ground.
