"Alright!" Scarlette pulled Lumera up from the ground, suddenly, brushing dust off her shoulders. "Let's continue our lesson—enough distractions." She beamed, her tone light but firm.
"When did our lesson even start?" Lumera looked at Scarlette, visibly confused.
"We need to continue," Scarlette replied gently. "You need to control your powers, not let it control you."
Wise words but wrong location.
"Not here," I sighed, surveying the wreckage around us—splintered chairs, scorched walls, the utterly ruined council table.
"It was mahogany," I muttered, pointing at a now lopsided chair. "Hand-carved. Imported. Very expensive. Practically irreplaceable."
Lumera winced, guilt flashing across her face. "I'm… really sorry about that."
Devran sniggered, strolling lazily past a cracked pillar. "Wow, you did all that? Didn't know you had it in you. Bet you made the furniture fear for its life."
Lumera didn't respond. She just stared at the destruction, her silence heavy with regret.
