After dinner, Mevis returned to her teacher’s quarters, and Noa headed to the rooftop of the training hall.

It was Friday, and most students had gone home for the weekend, leaving the rooftop unusually quiet—a perfect setting for Noa to focus on controlling her Primordial Mode.

As usual, she ensured the rooftop was empty, locked the access door, and moved to the center of the open space.

With practiced ease, Noa began channeling the Primordial Power within her, allowing it to flow through her magical circuits.
However, before she could gather enough energy to fully activate Primordial Mode, she felt something strange and immediately stopped.

“What’s wrong, Noa?” the ancient dragon’s voice echoed in her mind.

Noa frowned, glancing down at her palms, trying to pinpoint the sensation coursing through her magical circuits.
“I’m not sure… Something about my magical circuits feels off.”

“Off? In what way?”