The morning sun spilled across the Academy gardens, gilding every leaf, crystal, and flower with light. Lira stood with the Book open on her lap, tracing the illustrations of Fénix wings, imagining the creatures soaring above volcanic peaks. Beside her, Maelin and Patricia packed their gear, careful to include warm cloaks, enchanted pouches for food, and vials of water infused with healing spells.
Serelyth hovered nearby, wings brushing the air with a soft shimmer. "We need to be ready for anything," she said, her voice calm but firm. "Fénix are rare, and Ember Peaks are unpredictable. The winds are treacherous, the fire currents dangerous."
Maelin adjusted her gloves. "I've been practicing fire spells every day. If anything happens, I can help keep us safe."
Patricia nodded, tightening a cord around her satchel. "And I've reinforced my protective charms. If we face wild elements, we'll survive them."
