"Now the third-years?" Serena asked.
Kain nodded and tilted his chin toward the far end of the training field, where a girl was polishing the antlers of a spiritual creature that shimmered like a mirror.
He didn't say her name aloud. He didn't need to.
Kyria stood tall beside her Mirrorhorn Elk, giving it a short command before tapping a crystal tablet to record its vitals. She had a clean, efficient presence—black hair tied high into a twist, violet eyes sharp and unfazed, even after training. Tan skin glistened faintly with sweat, but her expression remained cool.
Her Gift allowed her to transform her skin into the material of anything she touched—stone, obsidian, crystal, even bronze—adapting her defense and attack style fluidly. She'd been using stone for years, but recently incorporated rare and heavier materials into her techniques.
