Aveline's first instinct was to step forward.
Her body had already shifted before her mind caught up, one foot moving out from behind the trees. But she stopped herself at the last second and remained hidden among the shadows of the bushes, her fingers curling lightly around the bark beside her.
This… did not seem like something that required her involvement.
At least, not yet.
Her eyes stayed fixed on the lightning crackling in the silver-haired boy's hands. Truthfully, it was impressive. If she had witnessed this before meeting Aelion, she might have stood there in awe. Creating lightning from nothing was not something ordinary people could do. Even the air around it trembled faintly with heat and power.
But after seeing Aelion's lightning…
This felt small.
Weak.
Almost pitiful.
