The forest was cloaked in silence, the only sound being the occasional rustle of leaves in the cold night breeze. The sky was so dark, everything in it seemed invisible. A hooded figure stepped into a hidden clearing, where the moonlight barely touched the ground. He moved with purpose, his dark cloak brushing the earth like a shadow given life. At the center of the clearing lay an ancient stone seal, cracked and weathered by time. Faint symbols glimmered weakly along its surface, pulsing in and out, as though something beneath it was alive—waiting. '命运交织' was written on the Stone. The air around the seal felt thick, heavy with restrained power. The figure stood before it. The ground trembled slightly, responding to his presence. Streams of faint energy—both earth and air—curled from the edges of the cracked seal as they drew to him like threads of a incomplete web. He tilted his head, muttering under his breath, “Though the distraction failed,... the orb weakened more.” His w

As Shiro and Korin walked along the training ground path, Shiro tried to practice his water abilities. There was no formal training today, so they walked round the grounds, students and instructors moving around too. Shiro focused hard, attempting to form a steady stream of water as they moved. But it wasn’t working. The water kept slipping from his control, and frustration bubbled inside him. Korin chuckled softly, his small antennae twitching with amusement. Shiro gave him a curious glance. "What’s so funny?" "You remind me of him," Korin said with a grin. "Elro?" Shiro asked, tilting his head. "Yeah," Korin replied, nodding. "He was just like you—impatient, always eager to master his elements." “But he did learn eventually," Shiro said, “and saved Serevaal” "Oh, he did. And fast, too, but you'll learn too, Shiro and save both Serevaal and Earth" Korin said with a small smile. Shiro’s shoulders slumped slightly. " I am still struggling to make even a single drop,"

Shiro stepped onto the training grounds, where the Fire Training ground stretched out before him—a vast, open space enclosed by a high stone wall, with a structure that seemed to reach toward the sky. The air here had a distinct heat, even before the fires began. Burnt soil stretched across the field, while scattered fire pits and practice targets dotted the area, waiting for the day's training. Around him, other students were getting ready for the session, murmuring in low voices. They were here for a challenge, yet they couldn't mask their enthusiasm . Shiro’s eyes swept over the place, noting the energy in the air. Korin was somewhere waiting for him to finish his Fire training. The Fire training had a different feel from the others; it felt raw, powerful, and alive. He took a deep breath, the air warm and thick with the scent of smoke. A loud, clear voice interrupted the buzz. “Alright, everyone!” It was their instructor, a tall, sturdy woman with a red cherry like skin a