The coming days passed in a blur of sweat, mana, and exhaustion.
Training. More training. And when they thought they'd had enough—more training.
Representatives from the various magic towers took turns visiting the academy, each bringing their own flair and expertise.
First came the Tower of Water Magic. Lady Miren Harper—Amara's aunt—walked through the halls like a living glacier. No expression. No warmth. Just a silent presence that made everyone straighten their backs when she passed. She didn't say much, but you could feel her eyes on you during every drill.
Especially mine.
Next was the Tower of Wind. They sent some eccentric elf who wore flowing robes and floated everywhere instead of walking. He applauded after every student cast a spell and handed out praise like candy. Most students liked him. I didn't. He was too loud, too flashy, and too damn nosy.
