Bella stood perfectly still at the center of the ruined battlefield, surrounded by pillars she had summoned with sheer telekinetic precision. Her breathing was steady, eyes focused, and her body moved like a conductor leading an orchestra—graceful but deadly. That was, until a subtle shift in the wind and the crackling energy in the air told her someone had stepped inside the danger zone.
She turned back casually, already expecting to scold whoever was dumb enough to interrupt her training. But when her eyes met the figure before her, everything around her melted away. The sky, the ruins, the lingering black lightning in the air—it all faded into a blur.
That face. That expression. The aura.
It was him.
"N-Nate?" she whispered, her voice cracking.
