The next few days passed quietly.
No one spoke about the incident near the path. The academy said it was caused by unstable magic in the area. The truth remained hidden.
But Mira knew.
She could still feel the power inside her — calm now, but heavy, like a sleeping storm.
One night, as she sat alone in her room, the familiar warmth returned.
"Mira," the voice whispered.
She looked up sharply.
"You are afraid," the spirit said gently.
"Yes," she replied softly. "I don't want to hurt anyone again."
"That is why you must learn control," the voice said. "Power without control becomes destruction."
A soft light filled the room. The mark on Mira's palm glowed steadily, no longer burning.
"From tonight onward," the spirit continued, "I will guide you."
Mira closed her eyes and focused on her breathing, just as the voice instructed.
Slowly, the wild energy inside her began to settle.
For the first time, she did not feel overwhelmed.
She felt… balanced.
Night after night, she trained in secret — learning to calm her emotions, sense her power, and pull it back before it overflowed.
The process was slow and tiring.
But Mira did not give up.
Because this time, she was not training to become strong.
She was training to protect.