They moved deeper into the Outland, further from the ruin and the noise it stirred.
The days that followed settled into a rhythm of training, hunting, resting. And in between all of that, growing stronger.
Nyra had finally found stability in her core. Her casting became smoother, no longer as jittery as before, and she wasn't second guessing herself each time she tried to draw in aether.
Her trust in Arden helped too. That silent understanding between them made coordination easier during hunts, and gradually, her speed picked up. Casting time dropped. Control tightened. Her attacks didn't just land but they landed where they mattered.
She experimented often, trying different spells, adjusting the flow of aether with Arden's guidance. And each successful hit, each clean execution, pushed her realm higher. She was now getting to the peak of the Vein Flow stage, brushing close to Vein surge.
