Seraphina's breakthrough attempt began the next morning. She stood at the center of one of the specialized platforms, her sword drawn and held in a perfect ready position. The blade gleamed with frost patterns that seemed to shift and flow in response to her breathing.
"I can feel it," she said quietly, her ice-blue eyes focused on something beyond the physical chamber. "The connection I've been missing."
I watched from a safe distance as she began moving through sword forms that integrated her ice magic in ways I'd never seen before. Each strike left trails of crystalline energy that didn't dissipate but instead formed complex patterns in the air around her.
"She's close," Ren observed, his God's Eyes tracking the magical flows surrounding Seraphina's practice. "Her mana signature is shifting toward something completely different."
