In the aftermath of the village attack, Elena felt a deep sense of powerlessness. She had tried her best to protect the people with her magic, but it wasn’t enough. Watching Kael sacrifice himself and seeing the devastation around her ignited something inside her—a determination not just to rely on Leon’s protection but to grow stronger herself.

One evening, while the group was resting by a river on their journey, Elena approached Lyra, the healer and magic expert of their group. “Teach me,” she said, her voice steady but filled with urgency. “I need to do more than what I’ve been doing.”

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Lyra raised an eyebrow. “You’re already strong, Elena. Your magic has saved more lives than you think.”

“It’s not enough,” Elena replied, clenching her fists. “I need to fight. I need to stand beside Leon, not behind him.”

Lyra nodded, seeing the fire in Elena’s eyes. “Very well. But this will be no easy task.”

From that day on, Elena’s training began in earnest. Lyra taught her more advanced forms of magic—elemental control, barriers, and even offensive spells. The two women trained side by side, and as they honed their abilities, a deep bond formed between them.

Elena's newfound strength became evident during their next skirmish. When the group was ambushed by a squad of soldiers, Elena unleashed a wave of flame that forced the enemies back, her control sharper and more focused than ever before. She was no longer just a healer or support—she was a force to be re

ckoned with.