Lia paused, the cloth hovering over his arm as she considered his question. Her hazel eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, she seemed to search for the right words. "Magic like the mage from yesterday?" she asked softly, lowering the cloth and wringing it out in the basin.
Ethan nodded, his gaze thoughtful. "Yeah. I mean, I've seen magic before—fireballs, shields, the usual stuff. But what they did? That was on a whole other level."
Lia's lips pressed into a thin line as she folded the cloth neatly. "Magic like that… it's not something you just stumble upon. That level of power? It's reserved for those chosen by the kingdom or trained in ancient academies. Even then, not everyone has the potential." Her voice grew quieter. "Most people wouldn't even know where to start."
