The trio continued their intense training, each passing day bringing new breakthroughs and deeper understanding of their respective powers.
And on this particular day, as the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the Arcanum Family Manor compound, they decided to take a break from their rigorous regimen.
It was Lyra who suggested they take a casual walk through the compound.
"To clear our minds," she explained, a hint of her usual mischief dancing in her eyes. "And maybe draw some inspiration from watching other Noble Mages refine their arts. After all, even the mightiest river begins as a trickle."
Gladius raised an eyebrow at her poetic turn of phrase. "Since when did you become so philosophical, Lyra? I thought cosmic forces were more your style than flowing rivers."
Lyra grinned, playfully punching Gladius in the arm. "Hey, I contain multitudes, sword boy. Besides, a little variety in metaphors keeps things interesting, don't you think?"
