A bright sapphire-blue flare bloomed through the glass, spreading outward in steady arcs. Lightning-shaped glyphs shimmered within—a controlled web of frost patterns and sharp edges. The color was unmistakable.
"Water," someone murmured.
Of course.
That was the signature affinity of the Lorian royal bloodline.
The instructors confirmed it aloud, almost out of ceremony more than necessity.
"Primary Affinity: Water. Secondary: Wind."
A quiet ripple of impressed nods followed.
Adrian stepped back without a word, his expression unchanged.
Then, it was Isolde's turn.
Valeria's eyes sharpened.
The girl stepped forward—no hesitation, no grandeur. Just a simple motion, full of precision.
She touched the sphere.
And immediately, it lit.
Not with color.
But with radiance.
The radiance that poured from the sphere was immediate and unmistakable.
