The storm circle had never left me. It lived beneath my skin now, etched into the marrow of my thoughts like a glyph with no known end. Even in dreams, it spun, its curves and vertices crawling like lightning across a mental sky I could neither silence nor control. Windstrider had assigned it as an advanced exploration of elemental theory, a lesson in complexity for those willing to rise above rote memorization.
But it was no longer an assignment.
It was a revelation.
