When the group gathered once more, their breath had not yet fully returned. Tauriús had given them clear instructions earlier—freeze the water, nothing more. But for Esteria, that simple command felt like an insurmountable wall, looming taller with each failed attempt.
They resumed their positions, the cool basins of water shimmering in front of them, reflecting the sky's clear, cloudless expanse. Alariel was the first to try again. She closed her eyes, her fingers outstretched, as if commanding the water by sheer force of will. Her breath became shallow, and the air around her cooled.