Slowly, a few more incredibly long days passed, and nothing much had changed during this time.
Lia still couldn't access her fire affinity, couldn't even manifest a small spark.
Meanwhile, Seraphina seemed to have been making steady progress herself.
Even though she didn't try to boast about it, just looking at the ice manifestation, at the small shard forming in her palm was enough to make Lia's chest tighten in frustration.
More at herself than at Seraphina.
Seraphina had begun to understand more about her affinity, and she was able to materialise her ice powers more properly, even being able to create small, simple structures.
Her progress was going consistently, every day improving as time passed by.
While Lia—
Lia hadn't even been able to feel her affinity.
She hadn't even crossed the first step—or maybe she was even below that.
Lucian and Seraphina could see the irritation and self-blame clearly plastered on Lia's face.
