The morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth as the first light of dawn stretched across the courtyard. Catalina stood in the center, her stance relaxed but her presence sharp, like a blade waiting to strike. In her hands rested a long wind spear—its silver shaft gleaming faintly in the morning light. Though it appeared ordinary, the faint shimmer of mana around it betrayed its true nature.
Luzia exhaled, feeling the lingering ache from last night's training. Ramiro had pushed her hard, but now she faced something entirely different. Catalina wasn't just a fighter—she was a magic weapon user. And despite being only twelve, she was leagues above the opponents Luzia had ever faced.
"You sure you're ready for this?" Catalina asked, spinning the spear with a practiced ease. The air around her seemed to shift with each movement, as if the wind itself responded to her will.
Luzia smirked, rolling her shoulders. "Only one way to find out."
Catalina didn't wait.
