I continued my training. A strange sensation washed over me. It was as if the air around me crackled with anticipation, and I could feel a presence unlike any I had encountered before.
I looked at Aran, and he agreed. Curiosity piqued, and I followed the feeling, letting it guide me through the corridors of my prison-like home. Aran lifted a hand to settle down the guards on my path.
The sensation led me to a hidden chamber, tucked away from prying eyes. As I stepped inside, the room seemed to come alive with energy, buzzing and humming with a power that made my heart race.
And there, in the centre of the room, stood a figure bathed in ethereal light. A shimmering cloak of electricity that danced and pulsed around him obscured his features. The unmistakable scent of ozone filled the air, mingling with an intoxicating aroma that made my senses reel.
