Unrecognized Resolve

Several Years Ago,

The evening sun cast long shadows over the barren terrain, its scorching heat pressing down on everything below. This land, located not far from the Thunder family estate, was devoid of greenery. The cracked earth stretched endlessly, interrupted only by a few scattered boulders.

Rumor had it that a battle had once taken place here—one so powerful that it permanently scarred the land. Now, it serves as a training field.

Theron stood in the middle of it, determined.

His small frame trembled from exhaustion, his arms bruised, dirtied, and lightly burned from misfired lightning. His breathing was uneven, his clothes damp with sweat, but none of that mattered.

He had to get this right.

Taking a deep breath, he planted his feet firmly and raised his hands. Sparks of blue electricity flickered at his fingertips. His target—a large, charred boulder a few meters away—bore the marks of his previous failures.

Lightning Barrage.