Aaron stood on a vast training platform within the sanctuary, his body soaked in sweat.
Beads of ethereal moisture glistened on his skin, a manifestation of the immense mental and physical exertion he had endured.
For over a month, he had been practicing relentlessly, seeking a way to merge his Primordial abilities into a single, devastating attack.
The platform stretched endlessly under starry skies, marked with craters and scorched earth from failed attempts.
It proved more difficult than he could have anticipated, each fusion eluding his grasp like smoke slipping through fingers.
Frustration built with every misstep, the sanctuary's serene beauty a stark contrast to his inner turmoil.
He constantly failed in his attempts to do so, combinations crumbling under the strain of incompatible forces.
The air hummed with residual energy from his trials, faint echoes of power lingering like ghosts.
