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CHAPTER 463
~Zara's POV~
The sky was still painted in pale dawn when I stepped out into the cool morning air behind Snow's mansion.
The training grounds stretched wide and open, wrapped in light fog as dew still clung to the grass.
My boots pressed into the soft earth, and for a moment, I just stood there, breathing in, grounding myself.
Siona was already waiting for me, dressed in a long, dark tunic and leggings. Her sleeves were rolled up, and she held a wooden staff with ancient runes carved into its length. Her hair was braided tightly down her back, her posture still and focused.
"You're early," I said.
"So are you," she replied, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Good. You'll need every minute."
I approached her slowly. "So, where do we begin?"
