The Breath of the Acolyte:

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"The air didn't just move around Jenna; it breathed with her. In the sterile silence of the ward, she could feel the oxygen dancing in the lungs of her patients—a rhythmic, invisible pulse that told her more than any monitor ever could.

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When her power stirred, the scent of a coming thunderstorm—sharp ozone and rain-soaked earth—would cut through the heavy smell of antiseptic. It wasn't a shield she built, but an atmosphere she commanded. To Jenna, a person's life wasn't just blood and bone; it was a current. And as the Ascent of Air began, she realized she could either still the gale to save a soul or become the storm that leveled the Void."