KIRA'S POV
(SEVEN WEEKS INTO TRAINING)
The lightning never stopped.
It crackled constantly around my hands, my arms, my entire body. A living storm that wanted to strike, to burn, to destroy everything I touched.
Seven days. Seven days without shocking anyone. My personal record.
But it wasn't enough. Not for a breakthrough. Not for control.
"You're tensing again," Sira said. She stood across from me in the storm-proof training room, her own dual corruption pulsing—shadow and storm in perfect balance. "When you tense, the lightning intensifies. When you relax, it calms."
"I can't relax. If I relax, I lose focus. If I lose focus, someone gets hurt."
"Wrong. If you tense, you try to control through force. Lightning doesn't respond to force. It responds to flow." She held up her hand, storm magic crackling around her fingers. "Watch."
