Mystica came to a stop under the shade of a sprawling tree, a wave of her hand conjuring a chair that seemed to materialize from the air itself. She gracefully lowered herself into it, crossing her legs as her eyes darted between Liam and Sheila.
"Now then, where shall we begin?" Mystica mused, her voice carrying an undercurrent of amusement. "Ah, I know. Let's start simple—tell me what each of you is capable of with your magic so far."
Her gaze settled on Sheila first. "You, Princess. How proficient are you with your light magic? I must admit, I don't have high expectations. The Crescent Kingdom is far more renowned for their expertise in ice and water manipulation, not light. So, tell me, what can you do?"
Sheila stiffened, her jaw tightening at Mystica's condescending tone. Her annoyance was palpable, but she took a steadying breath before responding.
