The training ground was already prepared. Wooden targets lined one side while reinforced stone pillars stood along the other, each bearing countless marks from previous training sessions.
Atheline removed his cloak before placing his bow and sword upon a nearby weapon rack. He stood quietly for several moments, breathing steadily. Feeling Aether flowing naturally throughout his body.
Ever since knowing part of the origin of the multi-elemental core, he had deliberately avoided chasing greater power. Instead, he focused on understanding the strength he already possessed.
Slowly, he extended one hand. A gentle breeze formed above his palm. Moments later, droplets of water condensed within the wind before freezing into tiny crystals of ice. He held the three elements together without forcing them.
The ice slowly dispersed before flames briefly replaced it, then lightning danced between his fingers. Finally, Aether settled once again.
