Kael couldn't sleep.
Every time he closed his eyes, it replayed.
The hallway.
The movement.
The moment he acted—
and the moment it failed.
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> I saw it.
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The thought lingered, sharp and quiet.
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> And still couldn't stop it.
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He lay there in the dark, staring at the ceiling, unmoving.
Across the room, Tovin hadn't shifted once.
If he was asleep, it didn't show.
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Kael exhaled slowly and sat up.
Waiting wouldn't change anything.
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He stood.
Left the room without a sound.
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The academy was different before sunrise.
The corridors were empty, stripped of noise and movement. The air felt colder, untouched by the presence of others. Even the light seemed distant, barely creeping through high windows.
For once—
nothing was in his way.
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By the time he reached the training grounds, the sky was just beginning to pale.
Most of the space was unused at this hour.
Wide.
Silent.
Unclaimed.
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Kael didn't go to the centre.
He moved to the edge.
Where the stone was uneven.
Where cracks ran through the ground.
Where no one else would bother standing.
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He stopped.
Looked once.
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No one.
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Good.
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His hand lifted slightly.
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> Mana.
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He focused.
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It gathered.
Faint.
Unstable.
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He didn't try to shape it.
Didn't force it into something it couldn't become.
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He held it.
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The flow trembled.
Shifted.
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Then—
collapsed.
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Gone.
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Kael lowered his hand.
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> Too much spread.
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He adjusted.
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Less input.
Less reach.
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Again.
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Mana gathered.
Smaller.
Weaker.
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It flickered—
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Held.
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For a moment.
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Then broke.
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Kael didn't react.
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Again.
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Strip it down.
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No expansion.
No complexity.
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Just—
stability.
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The mana formed.
A faint point.
Barely visible.
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It wavered—
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Then stabilised.
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It stayed.
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Kael watched it carefully.
Every shift.
Every tremor.
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> This works.
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He held it.
Two seconds.
Three.
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Then released it.
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It faded.
Not collapsed.
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A small difference.
But real.
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Again.
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And again.
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Each attempt the same.
Small.
Controlled.
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Failure.
Adjustment.
Repeat.
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Time passed without him noticing.
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The sky grew brighter.
The air shifted.
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By the tenth attempt—
it stabilised faster.
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By the fifteenth—
it held longer.
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Still weak.
Still useless.
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But—
consistent.
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Kael lowered his hand.
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His gaze drifted.
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The ground.
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Uneven.
Cracked.
Slight dips where the stone had worn down.
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His mind moved.
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> Last night.
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The hallway.
The water.
The movement.
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> I moved first.
Pause.
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> And still failed.
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Not because the idea was wrong.
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Because it wasn't enough.
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His eyes narrowed slightly.
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> I can't overpower them.
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That much was obvious.
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> So I change the situation.
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His gaze shifted again.
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Distance.
Spacing.
Obstacles.
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A narrow path between two worn training posts.
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Limited movement.
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He stepped into it.
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Stood still.
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Imagining.
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An opponent approaching.
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Angle.
Timing.
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> Move early.
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He shifted—
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Too early.
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> No.
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Reset.
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Wait longer.
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Again.
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Step.
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Still wrong.
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He stopped.
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> Timing isn't guesswork.
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It had to be observed.
Measured.
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Controlled.
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"…you're thinking instead of reacting."
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The voice came from behind.
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Kael didn't turn immediately.
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Tovin stood a short distance away.
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No sound of approach.
No presence until he spoke.
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Kael said nothing.
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Tovin's gaze moved briefly across the area.
The uneven ground.
The narrow spacing.
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Then back.
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"That's slower."
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Flat.
Uninterested.
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Kael's eyes shifted slightly.
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"…reaction is too late."
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Quiet.
Certain.
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A pause.
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Tovin didn't respond immediately.
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Then—
"…for now."
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Ambiguous.
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He turned.
Walked away.
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No explanation.
No follow-up.
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Just gone.
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Kael stood there.
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Still.
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His gaze lowered again.
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> Power isn't the only variable.
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He looked at the ground.
The space.
The positioning.
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Everything around him.
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Not obstacles.
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Tools.
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His hand lifted once more.
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Mana gathered.
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Small.
Controlled.
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Stable.
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He held it.
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No rush.
No strain.
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Then released it.
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Kael exhaled slowly.
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The academy was beginning to wake.
Distant voices.
Movement returning.
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But for a moment longer—
it was quiet.
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His gaze steadied.
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"…then I'll use everything else."