After healing all of Izikel's wounds, Lyzah finally began her own training. She took a few steps away from him, rolled her shoulders, and pressed her fingers to the earth. Her brows furrowed in concentration, lips pressed into a thin line.
She was trying to make vines grow—something that still seemed to strain her despite all their recent progress. To Izikel, it looked like she was putting her entire soul into the effort.
The ground pulsed once, like something beneath was stirring. A heartbeat later, it bulged. Slender green vines broke through the soil, twisting upward in wild, erratic motions. They lashed around like untamed serpents before retreating back into the earth with a soft hiss, disappearing as quickly as they'd come.
"That's good," Izikel said, walking closer. "The length and size have increased. You're improving." His voice was steady, even a bit encouraging. He gave her a warm smile, one that didn't quite reach his eyes but was genuine enough to lighten the mood.
