Aldwin exhaled slowly, his gaze drifting away.
"Well, what surprised me is how strong the Fenrir really is," he said quietly. "I was the one who struck it first. That Fenrir… it didn't kill me years ago. And yet, yesterday it appeared again. It protected me instead."
He clenched his fist slightly.
He shook his head lightly. "I'll just forget about it for now."
Elian nodded. "That's probably for the best."
Rowan turned back toward the training ground, and Elian stepped aside to give him space.
"Now," Elian said calmly, "watch carefully. You've already seen how I do it. I want you to understand the feeling."
She raised her hand. "Imagine the water responding to you. Feel the mana flowing from your core, moving into your palm. Don't force it. Guide it."
Rowan nodded and closed his eyes.
He stretched out his hand, focusing deeply.
A faint warmth appeared in his palm, then a soft shimmer.
Drip.
Water formed, gathering slowly in his hand.
Rowan's eyes widened. "I… I did it!"
