The adrenaline from his breakthrough coursed through Zaeryn's veins as he stepped back into the house.
The triumph still hummed beneath his skin, a testament to his first training session with Mireille. He could almost taste the promise of future victories, each one a step closer to his destiny. Today had been a turning point, a breakthrough that would change everything.
The memory of Mireille's training flashed in his mind, a mixture of frustration and gratitude. Her taunting had annoyed him so much that it pushed him to his limits, but in the end, it had worked.
For the first time, he had harnessed his powers, bending them to his will. No longer was he afraid of dying from overexertion.
The excitement for today's academy session surged within him. "Hopefully," he thought with a smirk, "I'll face Leia again. This time, I'll defeat her."
As he walked through the corridor and rounded a corner, a slow, satisfied smile spread across his features when he spotted someone.
