Bjorn focused hard, shaping a blob of water into different forms as Hana, with her stern voice, called out what she wanted him to create. They'd been training alone for a month, making big progress in their strength, especially in Bjorn's control.Stormshadow had focused on teaching Bjorn survival skills but now he needed to refine his magic control. Despite no major breakthroughs, he felt much stronger than before.Hana, noticing Bjorn's struggle with control, focused on fixing it. His wide-open sources robbed him of finesse, but Hana was determined to help him improve."That's it for today," Hana said with a smile. Spending so much time alone, they'd grown close."I feel my control improving," Bjorn said with a smile.Hana is a beauty, with light skin glistening,Her blonde locks cascaded around her shoulders, framing her delicate features. Big brown eyes sparkled with determination, reflecting her inner strength. Petite yet perfectly proportioned. "I'm off to practice my spell," H

Bjorn felt a surge of power. His wounds healed instantly, and he felt stronger and more alive.He gripped his hands, feeling the soothing energy flow through him. "This is amazing," Bjorn thought, discovering a new side of his powers.He looked at the initiates with excitement, but saw only fear in their eyes. The scene they had just witnessed terrified them. Bjorn turned to Hana and saw the same fear, though she was more composed.Bjorn himself was scared of what he'd done, but he couldn't let that show now.His face turned cold as he addressed the initiates. "We need to leave. Now. More are sure to come," he ordered, his voice brooking no argument as he looted the adept. His strength and actions were enough to get them moving. He walked up to Hana, who was standing through sheer willpower.With a flick of his hands, he produced some meat from his space ring. "Eat this. You need to recover," he said, handing it to her.Though scared, she knew Bjorn wasn't a bad guy and She was exhau

“Damn it,” Hana cursed in frustration. It had been a week since Master Shadowstorm’s dramatic farewell, and they had been heading north, avoiding every city they came across. Hana had eagerly tried to learn the lightning demon arts, but found them difficult. “What kind of technique is this? It’s so complicated,” she said, falling in step beside Bjorn. “You’ll learn it with time,” Bjorn reassured her, even though he could not relate to her frustration as he practiced the maelstrom surge spell. Bjorn had no trouble learning the lightning techniques and now understood his master's comment about his good comprehension ability. "I hope so," Hana said with a sigh. "But I'm doing really well with my water spells. I can now perform the maelstrom surge three out of five times." She expected an encouraging comment from Bjorn but when it didn’t come, she noticed him watching other travelers on the road who were giving them strange looks. “What’s wrong?” She had spent enough time w

Two figures dressed in black raced toward a canyon. With a loud thunderclap, they leapt across the chasm, landing powerfully on the other side.Bjorn and Hana had been running for three days without rest, heading straight to the northern borders of the empire. They were determined to reach the Stormveil Order, uncaring that the church inquisitors might figure out their destination.The pressure of their situation had forced Hana to master the lightning demon arts, which boosted their speed. Bjorn was determined to keep moving until he couldn’t move anymore. They took no rests, eating while they ran, pushing their bodies and minds to the limit. But the strain was starting to show, and Bjorn knew they would have to take a break soon.Bjorn's instincts told him that Adept Firesong was no ordinary adept. Firesong was more powerful than the weak adversaries they had faced at the monastery. The only reason he hadn’t caught up with them yet was because his companion, Tilda, was still a novic

Firesong was stunned. He expected the boy to go flying back with broken bones, but Bjorn took the hit and even smiled.Bjorn didn’t wait for his opponent to dictate the tempo of the fight. He charged forward, using his lightning demon arts to gain speed. They clashed again, swords and spells ringing through the air.They clashed dozens of times in a minute. Bjorn was always pushed back, blood covering him, but he seemed to heal immediately. Firesong could end the fight quickly but wanted to torment Bjorn slowly. He enjoyed that Bjorn could take a beating, thinking it would prolong his suffering.Bjorn was glad Firesong underestimated him. “If I’m your punching bag, you can be my training dummy,” he thought.He saw this as a chance to train. He had always improved quickly when taking his daily dose of beatings from Stormshadow.He had been practicing the second form of lightning demon arts. The first stage powered his body with lightning, and the second stage covered him in lightning a