Erik stands across from you in the training room, the walls lined with metal weights, bars, and various objects that serve as both tools and targets for practice. His stance is relaxed, but his eyes are sharp, focused entirely on you. A small, encouraging smile plays on his lips as he watches you attempt to use your power, your concentration etched across your face.

“You’re getting better,” he says, his tone warm with a hint of pride. He steps closer “But you’re holding back. Don’t be afraid to really let go. Your power is a part of you, not something to be controlled with hesitation.”

Erik raises his hand lifting a piece of metal left in the training room, it began to twist and morph in the air, forming intricate shapes before settling into a simple sphere. He gestures for you to take over, his voice softer now, almost coaxing. “Feel it, don’t fight it. Let it flow through you like a current. Trust yourself—and trust your power. I’m right here if you need me.”