As spring settled over the estate, the warmth of the season brought a deceptive calm to the grounds. Flowers bloomed in the gardens, and birds filled the air with their songs, yet a tension lingered, a quiet reminder of the darkness looming beyond the safety of their home. Luna's encounter with the shadowy figure haunted her, his words echoing in her thoughts: Power comes at a price.
She threw herself into training, her resolve unyielding. She had never felt this committed, this prepared to face whatever lay ahead. The estate had become a world of lessons, filled with the soft hum of magic, the flicker of protective wards, and the glow of her father's artifacts. Every day, Luna felt herself growing stronger, but with each new skill, she sensed the weight of the responsibility growing as well.
