The Astralis Arcanum training ground still shimmered faintly with morning dew, the soft light of the rising sun casting long shadows across the stone tiles. A faint hum of mana lingered in the air, the residue of dozens of students straining to bend rocks to their will.
Zane stood at the front, arms loosely crossed, his sharp gaze sweeping across the class. He could see the clear gap between the students already. Some wobbled their stones in awkward, uneven motions. Others struggled so hard that their rocks hadn't moved an inch.
Selene Raynhart, however, sat calmly in lotus position, her brow slightly furrowed. A faint glow enveloped her stone as it hovered steadily above her palm. It wobbled once or twice, but her concentration held firm. She wasn't flawless yet, but her control was already above most.
Zane gave a single, sharp clap that drew every pair of eyes toward him.
