Eleanor stood at the far end of the training hall, hands clasped lightly behind her back as she gazed at the rows of active mana regulators lining the walls. Soft pulses of energy blinked in a controlled rhythm, keeping the chamber's mana density stable, calibrated. Adjustable at a moment's notice.
It was quiet now. Only the distant hum of enchantments filled the space.
But she knew that silence wouldn't last.
Ethan and Astron would arrive soon.
And when they did, today's training would begin.
Her eyes flicked toward the doorway, then drifted back to the middle of the room where the sparring field stretched across polished stone. Everything was reinforced, not just to handle strength—but to handle intention. When people like those two fought, it wasn't just force. It was pressure. Alignment. Momentum.
Two anomalies walking a fine line between brilliance and breakdown.
Eleanor exhaled slowly, eyes narrowing.
