Days passed in quiet intensity, the academy bathed in the golden light of morning and the soft glow of evening. Lira's routine was a delicate balance of study, practice, and observation. She explored her little dragons' abilities, tested how her fire and water elements could harmonize with air, and tended to the greenhouses, nurturing new magical plants she had discovered. Yet despite all her diligence, the Spirit element remained elusive. Every scroll she opened, every lesson she attempted, seemed to whisper of something just beyond her understanding.
Sitting at the massive oak table in the academy's library, Lira combed through another stack of tomes, muttering softly to herself. "Spirit… it's everywhere, yet nowhere. How do I even sense it properly? How do I awaken it within me?" Her fingers hovered over a scroll that glowed faintly, yet the words refused to resonate. Every description seemed abstract, too ethereal, and every technique described felt like grasping wind.
