"I will master the skill," Veyra said with determination as Asher turned to look at her.
As she began again, drawing on her bloodline and will, Asher watched her quietly.
Her skill is truly gifted, he thought. Those vines she can summon aren't just powerful—they're dangerously versatile. Even I would need to summon a portion of my true strength to sever or stop them at full force.
More than just weapons or traps, the vines pulsed with life—not bound by a single elemental legacy, but instead rooted in both blood and growth. They could constrict, heal, devour, or protect. A living extension of will.
"She's like a natural-born prodigy of a hybrid path," he murmured. "If she cultivates it well… she could rise to become one of the top Evolvers in the world."
