Logan sat down in a lotus position exactly where Audrey hovered, the blackened earth beneath him still faintly warm from the remnants of his tribulation lightning. The air was cold, crisp, and thin here — a place where nature felt neither alive nor dead but suspended between both.
Audrey floated silently above him, her silver blade reflecting the pale morning light.
"Focus," she said softly, her tone firm yet calm.
Logan exhaled and allowed his eyes to fall shut.
He tried to sense the world around him, just as she instructed.
At first, all he could feel was the breeze brushing against his skin — a soft, dancing current of air that made the tips of his hair sway. The sound of the wind followed shortly after, a distant whooshing that grew louder as it curled around the scorched trees. The air shifted again, cooling one moment and then growing a touch warmer, carrying the faint scent of charred wood.
He sank deeper into stillness.
