Three weeks preparing for The Fracture and I'd trained four hundred thirty-two fighters in temporal combat which sounds impressive until you realize I had thirty years of teaching experience compressed into a twenty-one-year-old body and the disconnect was still making my brain hurt.
"Freeze time in a two-meter radius." I demonstrated for the fifth group of witch trainees. "Hold it for ten seconds. Release cleanly. The key is control not power."
Control not power. Right. That was the lesson thirty years had taught me—raw power was useless without precision.
The witches practiced and I watched them freeze pockets of time with varying success, and tried not to focus on how teaching was easier than I'd expected because I had literal decades of explaining this.
"You're good at this." Riven's observation from where he was training a group of wolves in coordinated tactics. "Teaching. Leading. You've—" He paused. "You've grown into it."
