Daniel's palm crackled with electricity, heat surging through his veins as the power swelled to its breaking point. Just then, the sharp rattle of wheels shattered his focus as a wagon clattered into the training grounds.
*Bzz Zzap!*
A lightning bolt speared into the sky—fierce and resounding. It was none other than the First Form of Thunder.
Marco calmly shifted his gaze from Daniel to the others.
'What gives? I held it longer than ever?' Daniel thought, confusion lingering at the edges of his focus.
"Students, stop!" Marco's voice rang across the training grounds, firm and commanding. "Breakfast is here."
A moment of silence settled over the training grounds.
One by one, the shamans lowered their hands, the crackle of energy fading into nothing. Even the wind seemed to still, as every gaze slowly turned toward the wagon at the center of the field.
