Early in the morning, after her work out, Sienna sought out her grandfather and revealed her mental strength. After he processed the shock, he immediately assigned himself as her trainer, which she had been hoping for. He was at the same level as Elias. Under his guidance, she was certain that she would be striking ships out of the sky soon.
So there she was, sitting cross-legged on a polished stone high up on the cliff overlooking the sea. Her brow furrowed in concentration. Her grandfather stood behind her, with his arms folded.
"Again," he barked, his voice echoing through the wind. "Strike with thought, not with muscle. I don't understand how you have mental strength but I am glad you do. Now you need to focus and sharpen it as quickly as possible. Right now, you are still no better than an ordinary human."
