***Cadiz***
The accident happened during afternoon training, when exhaustion had started to make everyone sloppy.
I was working with Carl on controlled absorption, teaching him how to drain magical energy from objects without pulling so hard he destabilized them entirely. Lyris watched from a few feet away, ready to step in if his power spiraled, while Camilla practiced combat forms with Lord Corvin on the other side of the yard.
"Feel it," I instructed as Carl's hands hovered over an enchanted training sword. "The magic wants to come to you, you don't have to force it."
Carl's face was tight with concentration, sweat beading on his forehead despite the mountain chill. The sword's enchantment flickered, magic flowing toward him in controlled threads.
Then one of the guards on the wall shouted a warning about movement in the treeline, probably just wildlife, but everyone was on edge with the imperial army approaching. Carl flinched, his concentration breaking.
The magic snapped.
