Progress was evident. The team moved with greater cohesion, reacting to each other instinctively. However, there was still one problem.
"We're too predictable," Leon stated after another training session. "We need an ace up our sleeve—something unexpected."
Roman stretched his arms. "Like a trump card?"
"Exactly," Leon said, glancing at Millim. "And I think I have an idea."
Millim tilted her head. "What do you mean?"
Leon smirked. "You've been holding back. Your magic potential is incredible, but you're limiting yourself in battle. I want you to push past those limits."
Millim's expression darkened slightly. "You don't understand. If I go too far—"
Leon placed a hand on her shoulder. "I do understand. That's why we're going to help you control it."
The others watched in silence before Naval crossed her arms. "Well, if you're planning on unleashing her full potential, we should all be prepared."
Roselia sighed. "This could be dangerous."
