C12 CHAPTER 12: REALIZATION OF THE BOND'S POTENTIAL

Morning light spilled across the training arena in soft amber sheets, catching on the floating platforms and polished metal rails. The air shimmered faintly with residual spark energy from early drills, crackling in tiny pops that reminded Lyria of distant fireworks. She stood at the center of the space, breathing slowly, palms warm with a gentle flicker of her Link Spark