Rowan was the only one who knew the truth.
No one else understood just how powerful he truly was.
Four years passed.
Now ten years old, Rowan stood in the garden behind the house, his presence concealed as he watched quietly from the side.
Not far away, his mother sat outside, keeping an eye on his four-year-old little brother, who clapped excitedly every time sparks of fire or ice lit up the air.
In the center of the field—
Rowan and Voli clashed.
Steel rang as Rowan struck first, his sword flashing forward. Voli met the attack effortlessly, their blades colliding before Rowan twisted away and unleashed fire magic mid-step.
A wave of flame surged toward Voli.
Voli slashed it apart.
Rowan didn't stop. He formed a massive fire arrow and hurled it forward.
Voli responded instantly, forming a fire arrow of his own—larger, denser.
The two attacks collided midair.
BOOM!
The explosion rippled outward, heat distorting the air.
