Morning broke once again over the Haven of the Elders, painting the vast field in golden light. Dew still clung to the blades of grass, glimmering like tiny shards of crystal as a swift blur of silver darted across the open ground.
It was Livia — or rather, Lilly, her wolf.
Her paws pounded against the earth, muscles straining and body flowing with strength and precision she had never possessed before. Every move was sharp, controlled — a leap, a spin, a powerful landing.
She tore through the obstacle course laid out for her, dodging spears of light, breaking through illusions, and using her heightened senses to read every shift in the wind and flicker of magic around her.
It had been weeks of relentless training, but the result was undeniable. She was faster. Stronger. Smarter.
And now, she was unstoppable.
