Elianor stood amidst the remnants of the battle, her heart still racing from the adrenaline coursing through her veins. The echoes of chaos faded into a heavy silence, leaving her with a mix of exhilaration and anxiety. She replayed the moments in her mind, each second a vivid flash of magic and movement.
' Did I impress them?' , she wondered, feeling the weight of her peers' expectations pressing down on her. 'What if they thought they could handle everything without me? '. The thought gnawed at her, a persistent whisper that threatened to overshadow her triumph.
She recalled the moment she summoned the vines, dancing according to her fingertips as they surged forth, alive and vibrant.
