A week later…
The night unfolded as it had before, the moon and stars casting a gentle glow over the forest, their light spilling across the leaves in silver streaks.
In a quiet clearing, three figures gathered beneath the open sky.
The old man stood at the edge, leaning on a wooden staff, his gaze calm and focused.
The folds of his robe shimmered faintly under the moonlight, an air of quiet magic surrounding him.
Before him were two children.
The girl was encircled by a wide variety of floating weapons—swords, daggers, shields, maces, axes, even darts.
Each hovered in place, bathed in a soft, magical light.
Her arms were extended, fingers slightly curled as she concentrated, eyes shut tight.
A thin line of sweat ran down her temple, her focus unwavering despite the strain.
The boy some distance away from her presented a different scene.
Like the girl, his eyes were closed, but his expression was calm.
