Elysia sat by the window, her gaze fixed on the gardens below. The sky was a blanket of dark clouds, heavy with the promise of rain. She sighed softly, the weariness of the past few days pressing down on her. The cloaked man still visited her dreams each night, guiding her, training her for the battle that loomed ahead.
Despite the exhaustion, Elysia couldn't deny the progress she had made. The man had been impressed by her growing control over her emotions and powers. No longer did her energy drain entirely with every use of her abilities. She had even conquered her deep-seated fear of dragons—a feat she once thought impossible.
