THE CROWN THEY HID FROM ME
The mentor observed silently, nodding slightly.
But then, the final orb appeared—a shadowy sphere, darker than night, pulsing with an almost sentient energy. It surged toward her, resisting every attempt at control. The other orbs trembled, threatening to break free.
Aera’s heart raced. The sigil flared violently, responding not to her commands, but to her fear, her determination, her anger. Energy shot outward, colliding with the shadow orb. Sparks flew, and the arena shook.
“You’re not ready!” the mentor shouted. “Control it!”