It had been a restless night, sleep eluding her as her thoughts spun endlessly.
She still couldn't shake the feeling that something deep inside her was waiting to come out. But what was it? What power was buried within her? And why couldn't she control it?
Kain had promised that he would help her figure it out. But so far, that promise felt more like a shadow than a reassurance. She hadn't felt anything in the brief training session from the day before. Nothing that even remotely resembled the power Kain had described.
Footsteps crunched against the gravel, pulling Lucia out of her thoughts. She turned to see Kain walking toward her, his face unreadable as usual. But there was something in his eyes—something like determination.
Behind him, there was another figure. A woman. Tall, dressed in a dark cloak that flowed like liquid shadows. Her hair was as dark as midnight, and her eyes? Those eyes were impossible to read—like a mirror reflecting nothing but the unknown.
