Alistair POV
Morning light spreads slowly across the outer training grounds of the Arcanum, turning the mist above the forest into pale silver.
It should be peaceful.
Instead, I feel restless.
The witches insisted Sarafina's next training session be held outside the Arcanum walls. Apparently the open space allows larger spell casting circles and "better flow of celestial energy."
To me it just means less protection.
And more places for enemies to hide.
"Your presence here is unnecessary."
Lyra says it again, irritation clear in her voice.
We stand on a wide stone platform carved into the hillside just beyond the Arcanum gates. Tall forest surrounds the clearing on three sides, ancient trees rising like dark pillars against the morning sky.
Cassian stands near the edge of the platform, arms folded, observing the preparation of the training circle.
Thalen is drawing glowing runes across the stone floor with the tip of his staff.
