Professor Charles Scott Sherrington stood beside Eleanor's bed throughout the entire process. He watched the pain twist her expression as the power began to take hold of her body. A low, muffled cry escaped her lips as expected, given the strain… but what he did not expect was the sudden silence that followed.
For a moment, panic gripped him. Had she lost consciousness? That would mean the process had failed, granting her only an unstable, uneven surge of power.
He looked closer. Her face had grown strangely serene. Her eyes were closed, but her breathing was steady. Beneath that calm exterior, he could sense her directing the torrent of energy through her body. The faint crease between her brows was the only sign that she was still enduring the pain. He had never witnessed such control… not in any cadet, nor in any account he had ever read.
