The dense forest surrounding the Soaring Dragons Pavilion was eerily quiet, save for the crackling of flames. General Cao descended slowly, his eyes narrowing as he approached the training ground where Guinevere had isolated herself.
She sat cross-legged in the center of a wide clearing, her figure shrouded in a vortex of brilliant flames—red, blue, and yellow. The hues danced and swirled around her, shifting as though alive. Sweat trickled down her brow, yet her expression was one of unrelenting focus.
Her body radiated a heat so intense that even the ground beneath her was scorched, the air rippling from the sheer temperature.
Cao stood at a distance, observing silently.
