I gestured for her to stand, and she rose from her chair, the golden-red mana already swirling around her, vibrant and wild. I watched her, my eyes narrowing slightly as I assessed her control. She had a natural affinity for this—her mana responded to her almost instinctively, a reflection of her confidence and strength.
"Let's start with a simple display of mana manipulation," I said, my tone steady. "I want to see you control it—shape it, maintain it, and then dispel it. No spells, just pure control."
Aurelia nodded, her expression focused. She raised her hand, and the golden-red mana gathered in her palm, swirling and pulsing with energy. It was raw, powerful, but also unruly—a reflection of her personality.
I watched her carefully, my eyes taking in every detail—the way her mana flowed, the way it reacted to her will, the fluctuations in its intensity. She was good, but there were inconsistencies—small fluctuations that indicated a lack of refinement, a lack of precision.
