Lorelei

The training was unlike anything I had ever experienced.

Xenophon's tower had become my second home, a sanctuary of candlelight and ancient knowledge. I spent hours there each day, learning to sense the spirits that lingered in the spaces between worlds. At first, it was overwhelming—their voices were a constant murmur, their presence a weight that pressed against my chest. I couldn't focus, couldn't think, couldn't do anything except try to block them out.

"Don't fight them," ...