The thought about Lucy being a "Vessel of Wrath" hung over Caelen even after the ended conversation with Seralyth like almost cleared sky that still had a black color on it.
The training session ended, and Nivolis finished her part. She just left with no implication of wanting to converse with anyone away, and Serlayth, knowing her, melted her away into the shadows as silently as she had acted around them.
Lucy, breathing heavily but with a focused gleam in her eyes, walked over to where Caelen and Seralyth stood.
"You're getting faster," Caelen remarked, his voice neutral, though his mind was racing.
"She's helping me control my ice magic better, not just unleash it," Lucy replied, wiping sweat from her brow. "It's... harder." There was no complaint in her tone, only a grudging respect for the challenge.
