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Chapter 73 - Pure Winds

Sylph appeared before him in a sudden gust, her form floating effortlessly, her silver-embroidered robes catching the light. "You're doing it wrong," she said, her voice firm but warm, her eyes sparkling with playful mischief. The open-sky arena stretched around them, its vast blue expanse dotted with drifting clouds, the rune-etched pillars humming softly, their faint chime blending with the wind's whistle. Darius hovered ten feet above the platform, his wind-form steady but strained, the air tugging at his robes as he processed her words. The other students paused, some hovering, others back on the stone platform, their eyes fixed on Sylph's graceful glide, the arena's boundless freedom amplifying the moment's weight.

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