Kael stared at his hand, his breath coming in shallow gasps. That bluish glow… could it really be magic?
Orin folded his arms, an enigmatic smile playing on his lips.
— "What you've just unleashed is a unique energy. But you are still far from mastering it."
Kael nodded. If he possessed power, he would push it to its limits.
For weeks he trained relentlessly. At first, the blue glow appeared only rarely, but little by little, he learned to summon it at will. His body grew tougher, his strikes more precise.
One day, as he practiced before Lyra, Orin tossed him a wooden dagger.
— "Catch."
Without thinking, Kael reached out—and the blade froze midair a few inches from his palm, surrounded by a pale blue aura.
— "Is… is that a shield?" Lyra asked, awestruck.
Orin nodded.
— "Not just that. It's a unique ability. We call it a Primordial Affinity."
Kael swallowed hard. He who thought himself born without magic in fact held a rare gift.
— "But this is only a fragment of what you can achieve. If you want to reach your potential… you must leave this village."
Kael clenched his fists. He already knew. His future lay elsewhere.
— "I will enter Azalith Academy," he declared.
Lyra smiled.
— "Then I'm coming with you."
And so their destinies took a new turn.
To be continued…