Lira's chest heaved, a mix of exhaustion and exhilaration. She felt lighter, clearer, more centered than she had in weeks. She glanced at Serelyth, whose human form was seated quietly at the edge of the temple, eyes full of pride and something deeper, warmer—a quiet relief that Lira had endured the trials.
"I… I think I understand more now," Lira whispered, her voice soft but firm. "It's not about control. It's about flow. Harmony. Connection."
Serelyth reached out, brushing a strand of wet hair from Lira's face. "Yes, little flame. That understanding will grow. But remember, Spirit is patient. It will test you again, in ways you cannot yet foresee. And when it does, I will be here—not to fight your battles, but to remind you that you are never alone."
Lira nodded, a small smile breaking across her face despite her weariness. "I will remember. And I… I feel ready to continue. To learn, to train, to meet whatever trials lie ahead."
