I am Luna

Ethan watched, completely mesmerized, as the little girl dashed from row to row, her silver curls bouncing with every step. Water danced from her tiny fingers, shimmering in the sunlight as it spiraled gracefully through the air, landing perfectly on each herb. She was laughing, her voice light and joyful, completely unaware of the impossibility of what she was doing.

"How the hell is she doing this?" Ethan muttered, his brows furrowing. It didn't make sense. Everything he had learned so far told him that a human body simply couldn't handle mana until the age of eighteen. 

It was a biological limit—one that no one could break. Not even prodigies. Not even monsters. But here she was, no more than five or six years old, wielding mana like it was second nature to her.