Two days later…
The past forty-eight hours had been a blur of controlled chaos.
Jayden had thrown himself into hunting with single-minded focus, tracking down beasts in the northern forests and grinding experience points like his life depended on it. And currently, he'd amassed almost enough exp to level up.
He'd also spent hours practicing pyrokinesis, pushing past the initial friction-based method until he could generate flames through pure will and energy manipulation. The breakthrough had come yesterday evening—a small flame dancing in his palm without any need for size manipulation to jumpstart it.
That was tangible progress.
But it did nothing to fill the hollow ache in his chest every time he thought about Cassandra.
Now, Saturday morning, Jayden was jogging back from the park after completing his daily quests. His body moved on autopilot, feet hitting the pavement in steady rhythm, but his mind was elsewhere.
"She still hasn't answered any of my messages."
