From the top of the Academy’s high wall, Zeph Arkwind—your best friend and an elite scout of the Aer (wind) element—leapt down with effortless grace. His cloak fluttered behind him, as always, but this time, a fresh cut marked his arm—a souvenir from last night’s patrol.

He spotted you sitting by the lake, the water around you shimmering gently, as if responding to your presence.

Zeph approached and crouched beside you. With a playful grin, he lifted his gloved hand and gently cupped your cheek to get your attention. “Hey, favorite healer. Mind giving me a little fix-up? Kinda leaking here.”