Nothing suspicious yet?

Two weeks later...

The training room was bathed in the soft glow of enchanted sconces, their light flickering gently against the dark stone walls. The air was heavy with the scent of sweat and ozone, the latter lingering from the magic coursing through my veins.

I stood at the center of the room, barefoot on the polished floor, my breath even as I steadied myself for the next round.

I extended my hand, and a faint purple glow began to form around my fingers, coiling like smoke.

Concentrating, I shaped the energy into a bow, the translucent construct materializing in my grip. It was light but sturdy, its edges shimmering faintly in the dim light. With my other hand, I pulled back an arrow made of the same fiery energy, the tip crackling with contained power.