AYLIN'S POV Three days of training had left bruises on top of bruises, but for the first time, I felt something shifting."Again," Iliana said.I focused on the wooden target across the yard, reaching for that same thread of concentration that had sent the equipment flying days earlier. This time, instead of chaos, a single practice sword lifted cleanly off its rack and hovered steadily in the air."Better," Iliana said. "Control matters more than power. Anyone can be strong. Strength without control simply becomes another threat to the people around you."I lowered the sword gently back to the ground, sweat sticking my shirt to my back, exhaustion pulling at every limb. It was a different kind of tiredness than before, though. Less like collapsing, more like something being built.Lucien watched from the edge of the yard, arms crossed, a small, proud smile tugging at his mouth that he probably didn't realize was showing."That's enough for today," he said, once Iliana gave a nod of
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