The first rays of dawn filtered softly through the academy's windows, casting golden streaks across the quiet halls. Lira made her way to the underground library chamber, the air cool and filled with the scent of parchment and faint magic. There, carefully laid upon the stone pedestal, rested the shards she had already collected: fire, air, water, and earth. Their subtle hum of energy resonated through the chamber, a quiet symphony of power.
She knelt before the pedestal, her fingers hovering above the shards. Only one remained missing—the Spirit shard. Its presence lingered like a whisper at the edge of her senses, elusive and tantalizing. Placing her hand on the fire shard, then sliding it alongside the others, she felt a surge of warmth ripple through her. The air shard seemed to pulse in response, harmonizing with the fire. Water flowed faintly within its crystalline form, and earth radiated a grounding vibration beneath her palm.
