Sabrina's POV
The training grounds were quiet now, save for the faint hum of residual mana that hung in the air like a fading melody. I stood at the center of the charred circle, my staff planted firmly into the ground, and watched the soft glow of power dissipate into the dusk. My breathing was steady, but my heart still raced from the thrill of it.
I'd done it.
The seventh-tier spell had flowed through me like water, weaving together with precision and strength I hadn't possessed just weeks ago. I let out a slow breath, steadying myself as I replayed the casting in my mind. Every step had been deliberate, controlled. The energy had stretched me to my limits, yes, but I hadn't faltered.
Not anymore.
