As the energy around Elora intensified, Minho glanced at Si-Woo and Ha-Yoon, a knowing gleam in his eyes. “I want you two to focus the serein into your eyes,” he instructed softly. “Tell me what you see.”

Si-Woo and Ha-Yoon exchanged a glance, then closed their eyes momentarily to concentrate. They inhaled deeply, allowing the flow of their own serein to gather in their vision. As they opened their eyes again, the world around them shimmered with new clarity.

Si-Woo was the first to speak, his voice filled with amazement. “I see it... Elora’s serein—it’s sky blue. It’s swirling around her like a dance, but the edges are sharp, like controlled streams.”

Ha-Yoon nodded in agreement, her gaze intently following the flow of energy. “Yes, it’s a strong, constant current, almost like a river that never stops moving. The energy pulses rhythmically, as if in harmony with her breathing.”

Minho smiled approvingly. “Very good. What you are seeing is the purity and concentration of her serein. The spectrum of serein varies greatly, from deep hues to the palest shades. The lighter and more translucent the color, the higher the purity and control a fae has over it.”

He gestured toward Elora, whose sky-blue serein continued to shimmer. “Elora’s light blue indicates a high degree of purity. The more refined the serein, the more it can be channeled and manipulated with precision.

You’ll see this spectrum change as each fae grows stronger. But don’t compare your own paths too strictly with hers. Serein responds uniquely to each individual’s essence.”

As Si-Woo and Ha-Yoon continued to observe, they began to notice subtle shifts in the energy around them, details they hadn’t been able to see before. It was as if Minho had opened a new door of perception, deepening their understanding of what it truly meant to cultivate and master serein.

As Si-Woo and Ha-Yoon continued to watch Elora, a question formed in Si-Woo’s mind. “Minho,” he asked, turning away from the swirling energies, “what color is our serein?”

Minho’s eyes softened as he regarded the two. “Ah, I was wondering when you’d ask,” he said with a small smile. “Si-Woo, your serein is almost pure white—translucent, like a shimmering mist. It’s an exceptionally rare sight, and a testament to the depth of your potential.”

Si-Woo blinked in surprise, processing this revelation. He glanced at Ha-Yoon, curious to hear about her own.

Minho turned to Ha-Yoon, his expression serious but kind. “And yours, Ha-Yoon... your serein is among the darkest blues I have ever seen. It’s deep, rich, and carries a power that can shake the very foundations of those who underestimate it.”

Ha-Yoon’s eyes widened slightly, taking in the weight of his words.

“But,” Minho added, his tone firm, “you must understand this—just because one’s serein is lighter in color and considered purer, it doesn’t mean they are destined to be stronger. There is a point in wielding serein—a break-even point between potential and talent—where skill, determination, and creativity come into play.”

He paused, letting the words settle over them. “Those with darker serein can use their so-called ‘impurities’ to their advantage, crafting and manipulating energy in ways that defy conventional limits. In fact, if you are especially gifted, the impurities can allow for unprecedented control and unique abilities that a purer serein might never achieve.”

Minho leaned closer, his gaze intent. “Strength lies not solely in purity, but in how you choose to wield what you have. Remember that.”

Si-Woo and Ha-Yoon exchanged thoughtful glances, absorbing Minho’s wisdom. For the first time, the color of their own energies took on new meaning—not as a measure of superiority, but as a symbol of their individual journeys, strengths, and untapped potential.

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They watched in awe as tendrils of serein began to spiral upward from Elora’s body, gradually intensifying. The energy around her became visibly denser, and a few sparks crackled in the air. It was as if the atmosphere itself was holding its breath, waiting for the climax.

“Whoa,” Ha-Yoon whispered, eyes wide with wonder. “It’s beautiful...”

“It is,” Minho agreed, a hint of pride in his tone. “Serein manifests differently for each fae, depending on their core affinity. Elora’s appears fluid, like a flowing stream.”

Suddenly, the energy coalesced, and a burst of light erupted around Elora. A wave of pressure rolled outward, brushing over everyone present. Si-Woo instinctively stepped back, feeling the raw power radiating from her transformation.

When the light dimmed, Elora’s eyes opened, glowing momentarily before fading back to their natural hue. She exhaled slowly, her breath visible as a mist in the cool air. The students around her erupted into cheers and applause, celebrating her successful awakening.

Minho joined in with a warm smile, clapping along. “Well done, Elora!” he called, his voice carrying encouragement. He then turned to Si-Woo and Ha-Yoon. “You see? This is what awaits you. But remember, each journey is unique. Your awakening will come when you are ready.”

As Elora stepped down, surrounded by her cheering peers, she met Si-Woo and Ha-Yoon’s eyes and smiled, as if sharing a silent understanding of the path they would one day walk.

Minho’s voice was warm as he addressed Si-Woo and Ha-Yoon, “You two have something to look forward to now. Even though you are not fae, you will have to go through a similar process in time.” His words stirred a flicker of excitement within both of them, a spark of anticipation for the journey ahead.

Si-Woo and Ha-Yoon exchanged grins, feeling invigorated by the glimpse into what their own potential might hold. Minho guided them away from the middle academy grounds, leading the way back to where the wyvern awaited. As they walked, students passing by offered respectful bows and cheerful greetings to Minho, a clear testament to the respect he commanded.

Just as they approached the wyvern, Si-Woo suddenly felt a faint tingle in the back of his mind. A soft voice, echoing with warmth and familiarity, brushed through his thoughts. “I hope we get to meet soon.” He stopped in his tracks, the words lingering like an imprint on his consciousness.

His eyes instinctively searched the area until they landed on a figure standing at the edge of the crowd—a hooded figure draped in shadows.

Though their face was obscured, a gentle, warm serein emanated from their form, unlike anything Si-Woo had felt before. It radiated calmness and curiosity, setting it apart from the energies they had just witnessed in Elora’s awakening.

The figure held Si-Woo’s gaze for a moment longer, then turned away, disappearing among the other onlookers as if melting into the air itself. Si-Woo blinked, unsure if what he’d experienced had been real or some trick of his heightened senses.

“Si-Woo, come on,” Ha-Yoon’s voice called, breaking him from his reverie. Minho and Ha-Yoon were already near the wyvern, waiting for him. He cast one last glance at the spot where the hooded figure had been before hurrying to catch up. The anticipation from earlier now mingled with a touch of mystery—a silent promise of encounters yet to come.

As they approached the wyvern, preparing to board, Si-Woo couldn't hold back his curiosity any longer. “Minho,” he asked, his voice hesitant but determined, “is it possible to speak to others through telepathy?”

Minho paused mid-step, clearly taken aback by the question. “Telepathy?” he echoed, turning to study Si-Woo carefully.

Ha-Yoon, already on the verge of settling herself onto the wyvern, shot Si-Woo a puzzled look. “What are you talking about?” she asked incredulously, as if he’d just said something absurd.

Minho’s expression grew thoughtful. “I don’t know if I should be telling you this,” he began slowly, his eyes shifting as though weighing the consequences of his words. “But with the anomalies we’ve been studying, some individuals have developed limited telepathic abilities. It’s rare and still poorly understood, but it’s becoming more possible.”

Ha-Yoon’s eyes widened, her disbelief giving way to wonder. “You’re kidding... Wait, does that mean... are you able to do it too?” she asked, her voice a mix of awe and anticipation.

Minho hesitated for a moment before answering. Then, without a word, his voice echoed in their minds. “Yes, I am. But this is highly classified information. You must not speak of this outside of here.”

Ha-Yoon’s jaw dropped, her excitement unmistakable. “That’s... that’s incredible!” she whispered, her voice barely containing her enthusiasm.

Meanwhile, as Si-Woo boarded the wyvern alongside them, his thoughts drifted back to the hooded figure and the warm, familiar presence that had reached out to him. Who was that person, and why did they seem to know him?