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Chapter 94: The Challenge

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POV: ARIA

The subterranean training court beneath the garrison tasted of damp stone and crushed chalk.

I stood in the center of the sand pit, my dark woolen tunic damp with sweat, my chest rising and falling in heavy, measured breaths. In my right hand, I held a dull steel training arming sword. My core spirit raged beneath my ribs, a raw, volatile storm of silver and gold fire that threatened to burn through my veins every time my heart rate spiked.

"You are fighting your own power, Aria," Kae
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    POV: ARIAThe subterranean training court beneath the garrison tasted of damp stone and crushed chalk.I stood in the center of the sand pit, my dark woolen tunic damp with sweat, my chest rising and falling in heavy, measured breaths. In my right hand, I held a dull steel training arming sword. My core spirit raged beneath my ribs, a raw, volatile storm of silver and gold fire that threatened to burn through my veins every time my heart rate spiked."You are fighting your own power, Aria," Kaelen said, his deep voice ringing out as he circled me with his silver blade held low. "You treat the Solvane light like an enemy you have to suppress. Stop trying to cage it.""It burns, Kaelen," I rasped out, wiping sweat from my forehead with the back of my leather bracer. "When the fire flares, I feel the same heat as the silver-ash tonics in Coldspire. My body instinctively tries to lock it down.""Then don't lock it down," Rowan said softly from the edge of the pit.He stepped into the sand

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