After his talk with his mother, Asher made his way to the training grounds to train. The past three days hadn't just been about deciding what to tell his father—they'd been about pushing his limits.
Ever since the simulation exam, his mind kept returning to that moment—the instant he'd tapped into something far beyond his usual flames. Plasma flames.
It had lasted barely ten seconds, yet the sensation was burned into his memory: his blue fire flaring white-hot, crossing the threshold into plasma, a light so blinding and raw it felt like he was holding the sun itself. The pain had been excruciating, searing through nerves and bones like liquid lightning. But along with the pain came power—pure, unfiltered, devastating power.
Since then, he'd been chasing that moment.
