As they walked toward the glade, Lira's mind drifted to the encounter in the cavern. Her multielemental powers had surged beyond what she thought possible. Fire, water, wind, earth—they had all responded perfectly to her commands under extreme stress. But she realized something: each scout she defeated had left residual energy traces. Faint, lingering pulses of magic that still hovered in the air.
"I think I can track them," she said thoughtfully. "Not just follow footprints or shadow movement—but their elemental signatures."
Serelyth tilted her head. "You mean you can sense where their magic came from and maybe where it's strongest?"
"Yes," Lira confirmed. "It's faint, but it's there. I'll need time and concentration… maybe some potions to heighten my perception."
Renkai glanced at her skeptically. "Sounds dangerous. You push yourself too far and you'll collapse before the next fight."
