A day had passed since I parted ways with Freyja, and the morning found me in the quiet morning of training. Or rather, a meditative practice disguised as exercise.
I sat cross-legged, the dawn light filtering through the windows, casting soft hues onto the particles of white sand floating around me. They danced with a rhythm I could now command much better than before. My progress had clearly leaped forward.
Opening my palm, I watched as the grains swirled in perfect harmony, responding to my will with precision. A faint smile tugged at my lips.
If only Nevia could see this... how far I've come.
Well maybe it was possible but it depended on whether Celeste would awaken her memories or not.
With a thought, I dismissed the sand, letting the particles fade like whispers in the air. Then, I raised my right hand.
