Dorian‘s pov.

Dawn’s first light crept over the horizon, casting long shadows across the training grounds. A cool breeze stirred the air, carrying murmurs from the warriors who had already gathered, stretching and preparing for the day’s grueling session. My eyes, however, were drawn to Freya.

She was alone, seated in a lotus position in the center of the field, her back straight, her hands resting lightly on her knees. Her breathing was deep, controlled. The ...