She exhaled slowly, centering herself, and extended her hands, letting the elemental energies intertwine gently. The fire in her chest flared softly, illuminating the shadows; air swirled in delicate currents around her fingers; water pooled along the stone floor, reflecting glimmers of light; earth grounded her through the soles of her feet. Each element harmonized with the other, forming a subtle aura that seemed to calm the spirit before her.
The warrior's gaze lingered, then flickered, dissolving into faint motes of light that drifted upward like sparks from a dying fire. Lira realized with a start that even in dream, the Spirit tested her—not with threats, but with lessons. Observing, responding thoughtfully, harmonizing energy rather than reacting—these were the true measures of her growth.
