"Focus." The king of gods sent me back flying, biting the dust. Becoming one with the earth was harder than bending its power to my will.
I groaned as I picked myself up from the ground, feeling the sting of the impact coursing through my body. Aran watched me with concern, his eyes filled with a mixture of sympathy and determination.
"You must remain grounded, Kyla," he reminded me, extending a hand to help me up. "Remember, the earth is your ally. You have the power to shape it and bend it to your will."
I nodded, brushing off the dirt from my clothes and taking a deep breath to steady myself. The king of gods stood before me, his figure towering and imposing.
"I know you can do this," he said firmly, his voice laced with unwavering belief. "You possess the strength to master all four elements and their particularities, including earth. But you must push yourself further."
