Adrian kept pushing the limits.
'Fierce.'
The air snapped forward in an invisible gust, flattening the grass in a wide arc ahead like a bow wave.
His gaze dropped. 'Lift,' he willed.
Dozens of individual blades near his feet trembled, then smoothly detached from the earth, hovering perfectly still a few inches above the soil.
He held them there, suspended by pure mental command. No strain or chant. Just... will.
He willed them to dance, and they swayed in a silent, coordinated ballet. He willed them to spin, and they became tiny green whirlwinds before settling back down gently.
The ease was breathtaking. It felt fundamental.
Master Von had spoken of aura control as a pinnacle achievement after years of struggle, and even he couldn't dare to try command the world directly.
Yet here Adrian stood, commanding nature with the casual thought of flipping a switch.
If bending the physical world was this simple, how fragile must the resolve of another being seem in comparison?
