Three centuries had come and gone since the fateful war in which the Red Queen and her indomitable army triumphed over the Berserker. In the wake of that hard-won victory, Valendeya now basked in an age of peace and prosperity, its lands divided among four great states: Arela, Rhanda, Tadu, and the capital, Iliad.

  Arela, the southernmost of these states, was a realm of tranquil beauty, its meandering waterways threading through lush, verdant landscapes. Here, the people dwelled in rustic cabins, scattered amidst the greenery and alongside the gentle streams.

  Far from the busy heart of the realm, where the waterways reached their most serene and picturesque form, stood one such cabin—humble and unassuming in appearance. Yet, within its walls resided one whose fate would lead them to a destiny far greater than their quiet surroundings might suggest.

  "Astraa! Astraa, awaken, my dear! You mustn't be late on your first day," her grandmother's urgent call echoed through the snug cabin, rousing Astraa with a surge of eager anticipation.

  The phrases "first day" and "late" intertwined in her mind, stirring a whirlwind of urgency that hastened her every movement. Today marked the dawn of a dream cherished for eighteen years—the commencement of her training as an eternal warrior.

  Emerging from her chamber, Astraa's eyes gleamed with anticipation. Her porcelain complexion, akin to freshly fallen snow, contrasted strikingly with her jet-black locks and hazel eyes. This day heralded the onset of a profound journey.

  Stepping outside, Astraa drew a deep breath, her gaze sweeping across the tranquil expanse of the lake that lay before her. The serene vista steadied her nerves, grounding her as she bid farewell to her grandmother and embarked toward the training grounds.

  Though the path was brief, each stride bore the weight of anticipation. Thoughts of her fellow trainees and the trials ahead danced through her mind. Her heart swelled with the lifelong ambition of attaining the revered status of an Eternal Warrior—a pinnacle of martial prowess. The prospect of achieving that honor quickened her pulse.

  As she journeyed, Astraa's attention was captivated by a magnificent tree beside the path—the Tree of Ages. This sacred sentinel, said to harbor the spirits of fallen Eternals, was a recurrent subject of her grandmother's tales.

  Moved by reverence, Astraa approached the tree and gently placed her satchel at its base. Placing her palm against the trunk, she closed her eyes and bowed her head in silent supplication, seeking the tree's blessing for fortitude and valor on her quest to become an Eternal.

  In a fleeting, timeless moment, the world around Astraa dissolved as she communed with the ancient tree. Memories of her childhood surged forth—especially those of the aged recluse who had often sat beneath this very tree, spinning tales of the great war of Valendeya. The storyteller had been a cherished presence in Astraa's youth, her narratives of the brave Eternals and the valiant Red Queen, who led them to victory over the Acolytes of Darkness, igniting Astraa's own aspirations to join their illustrious ranks.

  Yet, as Astraa matured, she grasped that achieving the status of an Eternal was no trifling endeavor. It demanded years of unyielding discipline, unwavering sacrifice, and steadfast dedication. This path was reserved for the exceptional few, not the faint-hearted.

  Still, the legends of the Red Queen and the gallant Eternals continued to embolden Astraa's spirit, even as she endured the demanding rigors of her own training. The road ahead promised to be lengthy and grueling, yet she remained resolute in her resolve to follow in the footsteps of those legendary warriors.

  Opening her eyes and withdrawing her hand from the tree, Astraa felt transfigured—strengthened and resolute. She was primed to confront the challenges ahead with renewed vigor. Shouldering her satchel, she resumed her journey toward the training grounds, her determination unswerving. She was poised to become the greatest warrior known to the world, undeterred by any obstacle.

  Approaching the gates of Arela's School for Warriors, Astraa's heart quickened with anticipation. This moment, awaited for years, stirred a mixture of excitement and nerves within her. Amidst the throng of eager aspirants gathered outside, she marveled at the multitude vying to prove their mettle.

  Yet, Astraa was resolute in her determination to distinguish herself and exhibit the qualities befitting an Eternal.

  Suddenly, arms enveloped her from behind. Turning, she beheld Minosa, her steadfast companion since childhood. Minosa's curly brown locks bounced as she hugged Astraa tightly, offering a comforting embrace. Astraa admired Minosa's piercing brown eyes, brimming with unwavering resolve. Despite her spirited demeanor and sturdy frame, Minosa exuded a quiet strength and confidence that Astraa deeply admired.

  "Are you, at last, ready for what lies ahead?" Astraa asked, her gaze falling upon Minosa, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

  "Since the very moment I drew breath," Minosa replied, her eyes alight with a mischievous spark, as though the question itself amused her.

  At Minosa’s side stood Lykaa, a close companion to both women. With her lithe figure and flowing golden hair, Lykaa seemed wrapped in quiet reflection.

  Astraa could not help but feel a flicker of surprise at Lykaa’s presence; after all, Lykaa had never once shown any inclination towards the path of the Eternal Warriors. Yet here she was, standing with an air of silent resolve that belied her former reticence.

  "Lykaa!" Astraa exclaimed. "I had no inkling you would join us. I never knew you harbored aspirations to become an Eternal Warrior like us."

  Lykaa shook her head, a faint smile gracing her lips. "I do not seek to become an Eternal Warrior," she clarified softly. "My path lies in becoming an Eternal Healer, to accompany both of you on your journey."

  A sense of gratitude swelled within Astraa for her friends. Despite their divergent aspirations, they were united in their steadfast support for each other.

  As the gates of the training grounds finally swung open, Astraa felt a surge of excitement and anticipation wash over her.

  Pausing to catch their breath, the trio surveyed the expansive training grounds with awe. The expanse was vast, brimming with a myriad of training equipment. The clash of swords and the sound of exertion filled the air, heightening Astraa's anticipation and nerves as she observed the warriors honing their skills.

  "We have arrived!" Minosa exclaimed, her eyes aglow with exuberance.

  Astraa nodded resolutely, her expression steely with determination. "Now we must prove ourselves worthy of ascending to the ranks of the Eternals."

  Lykaa, though in agreement, appeared lost in contemplation. "Do you suppose they will compel us to engage in combat against one another?" she inquired absently.

  Minosa and Astraa exchanged glances of surprise. "What do you mean?" Astraa asked, her brow furrowing with concern.

  "To demonstrate our worthiness," Lykaa elaborated, her mind still adrift in thought. "Do you think it is possible that we shall be required to fight one another?"

  Minosa chuckled lightly, shaking her head. "I sincerely doubt they would have us engage in battle amongst ourselves. That is not the custom here. Moreover, you need not concern yourself with such matters, as your aspirations lie in the healing arts, do they not?"

  Astraa nodded, though a small part of her wondered if Lykaa's question held any truth. She pushed the thought aside and turned to her friends. "Let's focus on the trials ahead. We need to give it our all and prove that we have what it takes to become Eternal ."

  The trio shared a determined look and headed toward the training grounds, ready to face whatever challenges awaited them.

  "Look, it’s the Eternal Skarsnay," murmured one of the candidates in the crowd.

  Skarsnay made a striking entrance as he strode onto the podium with unwavering confidence and an imposing presence. He was a large man with broad shoulders and a towering height that made him stand out among the trainees. A thick beard covered his jawline, and a long scar ran over his right eye, adding to his formidable appearance. He wore a simple yet sturdy leather tunic and pants, and his scuffed and worn boots bore the marks of countless battles. Despite his rough exterior, an air of authority and experience surrounded him, and his deep voice commanded attention as he began to speak.

  Skarsnay's voice boomed across the training grounds, his words echoing in the ears of all the gathered candidates. A sense of reverence filled the air as he spoke, for the legendary Eternal was known to be both a formidable warrior and a strict taskmaster.

  "The esteemed states of Iliad and Rhanda have bestowed upon us an unprecedented bounty, presenting us with a staggering multitude of candidates—twice as many as in recent years!" Sir Skarsnay intoned with solemn gravitas, his voice echoing like thunder across the training ground.

  "Yet, it pains my heart to lament that our own beloved state has not contributed a single warrior to serve our revered Red Queen! What a tragedy this is, a wound upon our honor! Despite this disheartening reality, I stand steadfast in my unwavering faith in the potential of our youth! Our land has historically birthed champions of unparalleled greatness, such as the legendary Sir Igsnay and the indomitable Lady Vruthra, whose illustrious deeds continue to resonate through the annals of time, inspiring awe and reverence to this very hour! Their names are etched in the stars, shining brightly as a testament to what we can achieve!"

  The crowd murmured in agreement, acknowledging the weight of their legacy. Skarsnay's words hung in the air, charged with a sense of duty and optimism for the days ahead.

  "I trust that this year, you will prove me right and aid us in reclaiming our former glory," Skarsnay concluded, his gaze sweeping over the multitude of faces before him. The trainees straightened, their resolve bolstered by the challenge set before them.

  "Sir Leon will now outline the specifics of the selection process," Skarsnay announced before stepping down from the platform.

  The candidates watched him depart, fully aware of the daunting journey ahead if they aimed to secure a place in the Eternal training and serve their Red Queen with honor and distinction.

  Anxiety mounted among the candidates gathered on the training grounds, anticipating the commencement of the selection process. Sir Leon, a tall, lean figure with impeccably styled black hair, ascended the platform to address them. His sharp, angular features and piercing eyes commanded immediate attention.

  "Good morning, esteemed candidates," he began. "Today marks the initiation of the selection process for the Eternal trials. As you are all aware, this trial demands rigorous dedication and exceptional talent."

  The candidates nodded, exchanging hushed conversations as Sir Leon continued.

  "Today's selection will be conducted in two parts. The trials for healers will be overseen by Lady Hermiosa, while those for warriors will be under the supervision of Sir Skarsnay," he announced, gesturing towards the two trainers standing nearby.

  "I ask that all candidates divide into two groups based on your chosen path. Those aspiring to heal, please gather to my left. Warriors, to my right."

  The candidates swiftly segregated themselves into their respective groups, some apprehensively aligning to the left, while others stood resolute on the right. Sir Leon scrutinized them with a keen eye, his demeanor unwavering and perceptive.

  "Now, let the commencement of the selection process be proclaimed," he declared, descending from the podium. Lady Hermiosa trailed him closely, her stern countenance indicating her preparedness to assess the candidates.

  Lykaa turned to face her companions, Astraa and Minosa, a quiet resolve in her voice. "It seems our paths must now diverge. May fortune smile upon us all, and may we each prove worthy."

  "Give it everything you’ve got, Lykaa," Minosa said with a warm smile, her confidence shining through.

  "And know this," Astraa added, resting her hand gently upon Lykaa’s shoulder, "we shall be here, awaiting your return, cheering for you to take your place as our healer."

  A swell of gratitude filled Lykaa's heart as she looked upon her dear friends. "Thank you, both. I shall strive with all that I have."

  After a heartfelt group hug, Lykaa ventured toward the healer selection with a mix of excitement and nerves. She was determined to prove herself and make her friends proud.

  Joining the gathered candidates, Lykaa observed the range of confident and anxious faces around her. Some quietly discussed their experience and skills, while others took deep breaths to steady their nerves.

  She fell into line, her heart racing as thoughts of the impending trials consumed her. Becoming a healer and serving the Red Queen had long been her dream. Lykaa had trained rigorously, absorbing every detail of the healing arts.

  Lady Hermiosa took charge. "Alright, let's see what this year's hopefuls have got. Follow me."

  Leading the way into a spacious hangar, she gestured for the candidates to follow. They complied eagerly, eager to showcase their worth and abilities.

  Entering the hangar, the candidates were greeted by a breathtaking sight. The ceiling, a thin, transparent material with a subtle bluish tint, bathed the room in a soft, diffuse light, lending it an otherworldly ambiance.

  As they took it all in, Lady Hermiosa positioned herself at the center of the room. "Welcome to the healing hangar," she announced. "Here, we'll test your skills and abilities."

  The candidates nodded attentively, their gazes fixed upon Lady Hermiosa as she moved amongst them with a discerning eye. Pausing before a young woman, her demeanor steadfast, Lady Hermiosa inquired, "What is your name, and what drew you to the path of healing?"

  Taking a moment to gather her thoughts, she responded with composure, "I am Amara. Healing has enchanted me since childhood, nurtured by my grandmother, a revered healer."

  Lady Hermiosa acknowledged Amara's answer with a nod of approval before continuing her examination.

  Unlike her peers, Lykaa found herself entranced by a group of Turunts, small rodent-like creatures with oversized ears, bustling about near her feet. Lost in fascination, she barely registered the palpable tension that filled the room.

  A voice suddenly interrupted her reverie. "Hello there, I'm Yeric," said the voice. Lykaa turned to find a boy with brown hair and cheerful eyes, his grin wide and infectious.

  Returning his smile, Lykaa introduced herself, "Greetings, Yeric. I'm Lykaa," her gaze still fixed on the creatures.

  "It's a pleasure," Yeric replied cheerfully. "Are you looking forward to the trials?"

  Lykaa shrugged, her attention divided. "I'm uncertain. I simply aim to perform my best," she admitted, stealing a glance at the other candidates. "And you?"

  Yeric's grin widened, his determination evident. "Oh, I am indeed eager. Healing has always been my calling. I aspire to earn a place in the trials," he declared fervently, his eyes bright with resolve.

  Lykaa nodded warmly, her smile genuine as she addressed Yeric. "That's wonderful. May we both succeed," she remarked before returning her focus to the Turunts, seemingly unaware of the tension that surrounded her.

  "Candidates, behold the azure crystal above us," Lady Hermiosa began.

  "Fashioned from ceelec glass, it absorbs and magnifies the light of our Sun. This crystal is bestowed upon you, for healing necessitates the absorption of solar energy, channeled to mend the wounded."

  Continuing her discourse, Hermiosa spoke with deliberate emphasis, "As novices, you are afforded the benefit of heightened exposure to sunlight through the aid of ceelec glass. However, once a healer completes their eternal training, they forgo this assistance, drawing only upon its stored energy when the sun's light is absent."

  The candidates absorbed Hermiosa's teachings, some gazing up at the crystal in marvel. Grateful for Hermiosa's wisdom, they eagerly anticipated her further guidance.

  Hermiosa directed their attention to a wilting plant.

  "For first trial, your task is to revitalize this plant to full bloom," she instructed.

  "Failure here means elimination, while success propels you forward. Observe now."

  With undivided attention, the candidates watched as Hermiosa closed her eyes, drawing sunlight into her being. Green runes emerged across her skin as she concentrated her energies upon the plant.

  Gradually, the desiccated leaves revived, transforming into lush green foliage. Before long, the plant burst into bloom, adorned with hues of pink and purple.

  "And thus, my esteemed candidates, you witness the art," Hermiosa declared, observing their awe-struck countenances.

  The weight of the impending trial bore heavily upon all the candidates, evident in their expressions. Lykaa, in particular, felt the nervous anticipation coursing through her. Her eyes wandered the room, seeking the comforting presence of her friends Astra and Minosa, knowing they were doubtlessly engaged in their own warrior selection proceedings.

  Lykaa cast a glance at Yeric, noting the beads of sweat glistening upon his brow, which only served to heighten her own sense of trepidation. She pondered whether she alone wrestled with maintaining composure amidst the mounting tension. Despite her earnest efforts to concentrate, thoughts of failure besieged her mind, casting a pall over her focus.

  As Lady Hermiosa concluded her demonstration, the candidates readied themselves to replicate the healing process. Lykaa stepped forward, her hands trembling ever so slightly, and closed her eyes, endeavoring to channel her focus toward the wilted plant before her.

  In the midst of her anxiety, memories from childhood surged unbidden to the forefront of her mind. She recollected the day her teacher introduced the concept of energy absorption, an essential skill for those aspiring to become Warriors or healers.

  While her companions, Astra and Minosa, eagerly anticipated the lesson, Lykaa's thoughts strayed to her beloved pet Naiku, a creature akin to a dog, gifted by her father on her recent birthday.

  After school, as Astra and Minosa ventured to the sacred tree to listen to tales from the hermit, Lykaa hastened home to spend time with Naiku. However, her joy was swiftly shattered by a harrowing incident.

  The Naiku, racing towards her through the open gates, fell victim to a Kayan, a formidable bull-like creature approaching from the side. Paralyzed by shock and horror, Lykaa watched as the Naiku lay injured, blood staining the ground, her heartache rendering her immobile.

  In that dire moment, a stranger atop the Kayan leapt into action, performing a healing ritual under the starlight, thereby rescuing the Naiku from the brink of death. Cradled in his arms, Lykaa found solace and reassurance, a profound realization dawning upon her. She understood then the deep significance of healing, not merely as a skill but as a calling and a sacred duty.

  Thus, when Lady Hermiosa presented the healing trial, Lykaa perceived it as an opportunity to fulfill her childhood vow. Despite her nerves, she recognized that this was the inaugural step toward her dream, and she resolved to embrace it with unwavering determination.

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  Lykaa drew a deep breath, her eyelids fluttering shut as she immersed herself in the ethereal glow filtering through the celeec glass. Celestial energy coursed through her, intertwining with her essence as verdant runes materialized across her skin, a silent testament to her mastery of absorption.

  Redirecting her focus to the withered plant before her, Lykaa gingerly extended her hands, channeling her newfound vitality into the parched foliage. Initial moments of silence draped her efforts with doubt, yet she persisted, her determination unyielding as she poured herself into the task. With each passing moment, a subtle transformation unfurled, the muted hues of desiccation giving way to vibrant resurgence.

  A swell of satisfaction washed over Lykaa as the once-faded leaves bloomed with renewed vitality, culminating in the emergence of a resplendent flower. Amidst the chamber's shifting tapestry of successes and setbacks, she savored the profound significance of her achievement, a testament to her unwavering dedication and burgeoning prowess.

  With the crisp ring of Lady Hermiosa's bell, the candidates withdrew from their botanical endeavors, their collective focus shifting to the seasoned healer. Her discerning gaze swept across the room, imbued with both scrutiny and appreciation, acknowledging the collective efforts of the aspirants.

  With measured steps, she traversed the room, scrutinizing each verdant specimen with a discerning eye. Among the candidates, a spectrum of outcomes emerged—some exhibiting commendable prowess, while others fell short of the mark.

  Amidst the shifting tapestry of successes and setbacks, Lykaa's demeanor betrayed a flicker of apprehension as Lady Hermiosa approached her botanical endeavor. Despite her earnest efforts, Lykaa harbored doubts regarding her performance, acutely aware of her fledgling skills in comparison to her peers. As Lady Hermiosa assessed her work, Lykaa held her breath, bracing for the verdict.

  "Not bad," Lady Hermiosa intoned, her assessment tempered with a note of constructive critique. Her words, while acknowledging Lykaa's endeavor, underscored the imperative of continued refinement. With a nod, Lady Hermiosa proceeded to attend to the remaining contenders, leaving Lykaa to reflect on her evaluation.

  Exhaling a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, Lykaa absorbed the feedback with a sense of resolve, recognizing it as a pivotal juncture in her journey of mastery.

  "Ladies and gentlemen," Lady Hermiosa's voice reverberated within the chamber, resonating with a weight of authority.

  "While the duties of an Eternal Healer may differ in peril from those of a warrior, our paths converge in the shared responsibility for every life under our care. Thus, this trial shall be scrutinized with the gravity it demands."

  Lykaa's pulse quickened as Lady Hermiosa surveyed the assembly with an unwavering gaze, her words imbuing the air with tension palpable to all present. The collective anticipation hung thick, each candidate bearing the weight of their aspirations.

  "Those whose names I now call shall progress to the final test," Lady Hermiosa declared, her voice steady, yet charged with the weight of her announcement. A wave of anticipation and trepidation swept over the room, each candidate holding their breath. Lykaa’s stomach twisted in knots as she awaited the verdict, her breath shallow, the moment hanging like a thread.

  "Amara, Yeric, Leo, Synatra, and Lykaa, you have successfully cleared your first trial. As for the rest, I hope you fare better next time."

  Lady Hermiosa's words pierced the thick silence, and immediately a tide of emotions surged through the hall—relief, disappointment, pride, and frustration washing over those gathered.

  When Lykaa’s name resounded in the list, a swell of triumph rose within her, tempered by deep gratitude for the opportunity she had earned. Victory was sweet, yet humble in its offering, a reminder of the road still ahead.

  Meanwhile, Astraa and Minosa had commenced their practice session for the day.

  Astraa was as focused as ever, her movements precise and deliberate. Minosa, however, struggled to keep pace. She had never possessed Astraa's natural skill, and the disparity was beginning to weigh heavily upon her.

  Minosa couldn't help but admire Astraa's unwavering confidence and focus, even amidst the uncertainty that loomed. While Minosa felt anxious and unsure about the future, Astraa remained composed, as if she had always known she was destined for greatness.

  From a young age, Astraa's determination and resilience had always inspired Minosa. While most others their age were starting families, Astraa had chosen a different path, dedicating herself to her studies and training to become an eternal warrior. Now, as they awaited Sir Skarsney to begin the selection process, Astraa exuded a calm confidence that Minosa could only dream of possessing.

  Sensing her friend's inner turmoil, Astraa turned to her with a reassuring smile. "Fear not, Minosa. We have prepared for this very moment, and our training has not been in vain. We are ready," came the reassuring words. "All that remains is for you to place your trust in yourself."

  The weight of the selection process pressed heavily upon all the candidates, save for a small group of men who appeared unnervingly at ease, their laughter and joviality standing in stark contrast to the tension that gripped the others. Minosa, ever observant, could not help but draw Astraa’s attention to them.

  "Look at them, Astraa," she murmured, nodding toward the carefree assembly. "They seem so at ease. I wish we could be like that."

  Astraa, arching a brow, cast a brief glance in their direction. "What’s so remarkable about them?" she asked with her usual dispassion.

  "They’re not burdened by stress as we are," Minosa replied, her gaze lingering on the men. "They're carrying on as if the trials were mere sport."

  Astraa gave a nonchalant shrug. "Perhaps," she said, "they’re simply better at concealing their unease."

  Minosa cast a subtle, exasperated glance as Astraa once again proved herself to be the ever-practical one, wholly uninterested in indulging in any frivolities. Yet, despite her own disciplined focus, Minosa couldn’t help the twinge of envy she felt toward the group’s carefree demeanor.

  Her thoughts, however, often strayed toward Markon Sline, the son of the esteemed Chief Akron Sline of Arela. Markon, with his commanding height, chiseled features, striking blue eyes, and golden hair that seemed to catch the sunlight in an almost ethereal way, naturally drew the admiration of many—particularly among the female candidates.

  No matter how fervently Minosa tried to keep her focus on the rigors of training, a gentle flutter stirred in her chest whenever his presence graced her vicinity.

  Seeking solace, she attempted to confide her thoughts in Astraa, her closest companion, only to be met with a response as unruffled as ever.

  "I fail to see the cause for such excitement," Astraa said with a dismissive shrug. "He’s merely another candidate, no different from the rest of us."

  Minosa was astonished. How could Astraa be so indifferent to someone as attractive and charming as Markon? Yet, she knew better than to argue.

  Astraa, perpetually stoic and focused, kept her eyes on the training grounds. She was the embodiment of discipline and determination, and Minosa was certain that if anyone was destined to make it to the final selection, it would be Astraa.

  “SILENCE!” Sir Skarsnay roared, his voice ringing with authority. “Markon, should you and your companions not cease this instant, I shall see to it that you are all expelled from this noble gathering. We have candidates present who harbor serious ambitions. If your purpose here is merely to engage in folly, I implore you to depart at once.”

  Markon, suddenly conscious of his misstep, appeared abashed. “My apologies, sir,” he muttered, a sentiment that was echoed by the subdued murmurs of his chastened friends.

  Meanwhile, Astraa stood a few paces away, her arms crossed and her gaze sharp with disapproval. Observing her friend’s stern countenance, Minosa endeavored to soothe her troubled spirit.

  "Astraa, stop that," Minosa whispered urgently. "You'll anger Markon."

  Astraa, however, remained unperturbed. "I care not," she responded with serene detachment. "Sir Skarsnay's words ring true. Our purpose here is to attain our objectives, and the antics of those lads only serve to divert our focus."

  Markon observed the exchange and felt a spark of irritation towards Astraa. Accustomed as he was to female admiration, her indifference irked him.

  Sir Skarsney cleared his throat, his voice cutting through the tension as he addressed the gathered candidates.

  “Attend closely, everyone. The hour for practice and preparation has drawn to a close. We stand on the threshold of the true trial, one that shall test your mettle and push you beyond your limits. You have toiled for this moment for years, and now we shall ascertain whether you possess the requisite qualities to ascend to the rank of an Eternal Warrior.”

  He paused, allowing his words to sink in. The candidates looked at him with a blend of excitement and apprehension, fully aware that their futures hinged on the outcome of these trials.

  "There shall be three trials," Sir Skarsnay continued, his voice resonating with authority. "Each trial will challenge you in unique ways, testing your strength, agility, intelligence, and courage. Only the most resilient among you shall prevail, and only the very finest shall earn the esteemed right to call themselves Eternal Warriors."

  He paused, allowing his gaze to traverse the assembly before him. "I wish to hear no complaints or excuses. You were all well aware of the commitment you undertook when you entered this program. You comprehended the inherent risks and the formidable challenges, and you embraced them willingly. Therefore, let us proceed without further delay."

  Positioned at the heart of the training grounds, Sir Skarsnay addressed the candidates once more. "For the first trial, we shall assess your speed. Sir Leon, is everything prepared?"

  Sir Leon, positioned at the periphery of the field, nodded and approached the center with a small creature chained to him.

  It was a primera, an ape-like creature about the size of a toddler, renowned for its agility and swiftness. Observing a primera in the wild is a rare feat, given their exceptional agility and their ability to blend seamlessly with their surroundings. They move with lightning speed, making them elusive even to the most skilled hunters. Only a select few elite warriors possess the ability to track and capture a primera.

  Skarsney turned to the candidates. "The primera shall now be released into the giant trees, its favored domain for darting and swinging. Each of you will attempt to catch it, one by one. Those who fail will have failed the first test."

  The candidates shifted uneasily, various degrees of nervousness evident among them. Skarsney sought to reassure them. "Fear not, we have taken all necessary precautions to ensure your safety. The primera has been trained to avoid causing harm, and the trees have been thoroughly inspected for potential hazards."

  He then signaled to Sir Leon, who stepped forward with the chained primera. Though diminutive in size, the creature exuded an aura of potent agility and speed.

  Sir Leon guided the primera to a tree and released it, allowing it to ascend to its favored perch.

  With awe, the candidates watched as the primera effortlessly traversed the branches, its lithe form swinging gracefully from one to another, its sharp claws deftly gripping the rough bark.

  As the creature darted through the foliage, candidates such as Astra and Minosa marveled at its agility and speed. They had never witnessed such fluidity and precision in motion.

  Keeping pace with the primera's movements proved a formidable challenge, their eyes struggling to follow its rapid shifts.

  "I can scarcely believe its speed!" Minosa exclaimed, her gaze fixed on the primera as it vanished into the foliage.

  "It is truly remarkable," Astra concurred, her eyes still tracking the creature's swift movements. "I am uncertain if I shall be able to capture it."

  Around them, fellow candidates shared the weight of the impending task. They understood that only the most adept and agile among them would advance beyond this trial.

  "I now comprehend why the list of qualifying Eternals has dwindled over the years," remarked Flanco, a stout, dark-skinned youth and a companion of Markon. "I doubt anyone possesses the skill for this challenge."

  Astra and Minosa exchanged anxious glances, their apprehensions heightened by Flanco's expression of doubt.

  "I wager the Eternals of old did not face such formidable trials," added Gargus, a muscular youth with a brown mohawk, also affiliated with Markon. "Even Skarsnay himself might struggle to scale these trees, yet he subjects us to such rigorous tasks."

  Markon, overhearing his friends' complaints, rolled his eyes. "Keep it down, lads. Sir Skarsnay might hear us," he cautioned.

  Skarsnay, having taken note of the boys' conversation, smiled wryly.

  "Very well, since there's a palpable nervous energy in the air, I shall demonstrate how it is done," he declared with confidence. With that, he strode towards the tree, arms outstretched, beginning to draw energy from the surrounding water vapor. Blue runes materialized across his body as he neared the tree, capturing the rapt attention of all the candidates eager to witness the prowess of a true Eternal.

  With astounding swiftness, Skarsnay dashed towards the tree, launching himself into the air with remarkable agility. In mere moments, he reached the pinnacle of the tree. The primera, nimble and elusive, darted among the branches as Skarsnay pursued it with focused determination.

  After a brief yet intense chase, he deftly captured the creature, descending from the heights with a satisfied smile.

  "Who shall be the next?" Skarsnay inquired, passing the primera back to Sir Leon. The candidates watched in awe, their admiration mingled with heightened nerves after witnessing Skarsnay's breathtaking feat.

  Following Skarsnay's impressive demonstration of speed and agility, the candidates found themselves infused with renewed inspiration and determination. Many who had harbored doubts about their capabilities now felt a surge of belief in their latent potential, stirred by witnessing an actual Eternal in action.

  Astraa and Minosa exchanged a meaningful glance, their resolve fortified, while Markon and his companions, deeply impressed by Skarsnay's prowess, felt a profound sense of motivation kindled within them. Flanco and Gargus, humbled by their earlier , showed visible signs of embarrassment.skepticism.

  Returning to the group, Skarsnay sensed the transformation in their collective spirit and was gratified to see that his demonstration had sparked a newfound drive within them.

  "Remember, Eternals are forged through perseverance," he reminded them. "Each of us had to undergo rigorous training and surpass our own limits to achieve our status. And so can each of you."

  With those words, Skarsnay left the candidates to ready themselves for their attempts to capture the primera. Despite lingering nerves, they now possessed a resolute sense of confidence and determination. They were prepared to push themselves to their utmost and demonstrate their worthiness to join the esteemed ranks of the Eternals.

  "Very well, for your initial trial in capturing the primera, you must harness energy from the surrounding water sources to greatly enhance your speed," Skarsnay elucidated, his commanding voice resonating across the clearing.

  "As for myself, I utilized energy derived from water vapor in the atmosphere, an advanced technique essential for every eternal warrior to master. For now, draw your energy from the watering trough over there."

  Attentive and eager, the candidates absorbed Skarsnay's instructions, hoping to glean wisdom from the seasoned Eternal warrior.

  Skarsnay pressed on, his demeanor authoritative yet encouraging, "Your movements must be swift and precise. The primera is a creature of swiftness and elusiveness; you must match its agility and speed to successfully capture it. Timing is critical—wait until the primera is within reach before making your move."

  Filled with resolve, the candidates awaited their turn in line, their collective gaze fixed upon the towering tree where the primera darted and swung among the branches.

  Each aspirant was determined to seize the elusive creature and thereby affirm their potential as future Eternals.

  "Minosa, hasten your steps, or we'll find ourselves at the rear!" Astraa called out to her friend, urgency in her tone.

  Swiftly, Astraa and Minosa joined the lineup, finding themselves trailing behind Markon and his companions.

  While Minosa couldn't suppress a flutter of delight at being near Markon, upon whom she harbored a secret admiration, Astraa bristled at their position, particularly behind the boisterous group. She found them too noisy and undisciplined, unable to fathom Minosa's fondness for their company.

  As the trial commenced, anticipation gripped the candidates awaiting their turn. All were eager to demonstrate their mettle as potential Eternal warriors. With bated breath, they watched as the first candidate stepped forward, drawing energy from the nearby trough.

  Upon activation, the candidate surged towards the trees with impressive speed. Yet instead of pursuing the primera efficiently, they wasted energy in futile attempts to keep pace, ultimately leading to their failure. The subsequent candidate met a similar fate, struggling to match the primera's speed and swiftly depleting their energy reserves.

  One after another, the candidates faltered, grappling with the delicate balance between speed and energy conservation. Despite employing various strategies, none succeeded in capturing the elusive creature. Tension mounted amidst the sound of labored breaths and frustrated murmurs echoing through the clearing.

  Among those yet to face their trial were Minosa, Astraa, Flanco, Gargus, and Markon. Minosa bore the weight of witnessing successive failures, while Markon and his companions resorted to derision, much to Astraa's chagrin. She longed to escape their cruel jests.

  Gargus, noting Astraa's irritation, glanced back and, with a mocking air, inquired if she were the girl who had been casting glances their way earlier.

  They chuckled at her expense, anticipating her failure and their own triumph. Though Minosa's instinct was to defend her friend, she remained silent, wary of incurring Markon's displeasure. Astraa, unshaken by their ridicule, merely looked away, resolute in maintaining her focus.

  As Astraa redirected her attention to the trial, she observed two candidates deeply engaged in their endeavor.

  "Remember all we've learned, Jaykl. I believe in you," Jillan, Jaykl's sister, encouraged.

  "Thanks, sis," Jaykl replied, his tone suffused with gratitude as he approached the puddle.

  Astraa watched with keen interest as Jaykl adopted a deliberate approach, meticulously studying the primera before him. He began to draw energy from the water, his runes igniting with activation. With measured steps, he advanced towards the tree, taking a deep breath to steady himself.

  Jaykl's pursuit was a spectacle to behold. He carefully observed the primera's movements, biding his time for the perfect moment to strike.

  His runes aglow, he approached the tree with calm determination.

  As he drew nearer, the primera suddenly ascended, causing a flutter of anticipation in Jaykl's chest. Yet, he remained composed, tracking the creature's path through the branches with precision, conserving his energy.

  After a series of masterfully executed maneuvers, Jaykl observed with keen precision the telltale signs of the primera's fatigue—its once swift pace now faltered, each breath a labored gasp. In that fleeting moment, Jaykl sensed his chance, a predator poised to strike. With an explosive burst of speed that seemed to defy mortal limits, he surged forward, his every movement a blur of purpose. His hand shot out with the precision of a raptor’s talon, seizing the primera’s tail in an unerring grasp.

  The creature thrashed with desperate vigor, but its efforts were in vain. Jaykl’s grip was iron, his strength unyielding, as though the very earth itself lent him its power. There was no escape now—his victory was assured.

  A roar of applause erupted from the crowd as Jaykl triumphantly raised the captured primera aloft, pride radiating from his features. Skarsnay signaled his success with a resounding clang of his bell, met with nods and commendations from his fellow candidates, all deeply impressed by his exemplary performance.

  Jillan's heart soared with exhilaration as she beheld her brother, Jaykl, triumphantly seize the primera. "Alright, now it's your moment," Jaykl urged, his voice vibrant with excitement. "Show them what you're made of!"

  With a broad grin, Jillan reciprocated her brother's enthusiasm, a spirited fist-bump solidifying their mutual energy. "You can count on it," she declared, her determination ringing clear.

  Approaching the puddle, Jillan felt the supportive presence of Jaykl close by, his cheers propelling her forward.

  "Remember what we've learned," he encouraged, his confidence unwavering. "You've got this!"

  Drawing a deep breath, Jillan emulated Jaykl's actions, absorbing the water's energy, feeling its empowering surge course through her veins. The runes etched upon her skin glimmered, signaling her readiness for the impending challenge.

  With unwavering focus, Jillan mirrored her brother's keen observation of the primera's movements, meticulously analyzing its patterns and anticipating its next actions. She understood the paramount importance of timing and precision.

  As Jillan weaved through the towering trees, Jaykl stood as a steadfast sentinel, his unwavering voice rising in constant encouragement, each word a rallying cry. She moved with a dancer's grace, every motion an artful reflection of her brother’s techniques, perfectly attuned to the rhythms of the pursuit.

  With measured precision, she modulated her speed, conserving her strength like a master strategist preparing for the final blow. Her determination gleamed like a beacon, and her agility was nothing short of astonishing as she relentlessly closed the distance on the elusive primera.

  Then, in a moment of electrifying brilliance, Jillan unleashed a burst of speed that left the world itself in her wake. With lightning-swift reflexes, her hand shot forward, closing around the primera’s neck with the force of inevitability. Victory was hers—utterly, gloriously secured.

  The crowd erupted in a tempest of applause, their cheers shaking the very earth beneath them, echoing like thunder across the training grounds in homage to the stunning spectacle they had just witnessed.

  Breathing heavily, Jillan turned to Jaykl, a triumphant smile gracing her features.

  "We did it!" she exclaimed, excitement bubbling in her voice. "We've proven our mettle!"

  Jaykl's eyes sparkled with pride as he warmly embraced his sister.

  "I always knew you had it in you," he affirmed, admiration evident in his tone.

  "Together, we make an unstoppable team, sis."

  In that fleeting moment of shared triumph, the bond between the siblings grew even stronger, their success serving as a beacon of inspiration for all who witnessed it.

  As the candidates gazed in awe and admiration at Jaykl and Jillan's triumph, a renewed sense of determination spread among them. Inspired by the siblings' synchronized performance, whispers of confidence and resolve rippled through their ranks, igniting a collective desire to push themselves to greater heights.

  "I didn't realize it would be this straightforward," murmured one candidate, his voice brimming with newfound confidence.

  "If they can achieve it, so can we. Let's give it our all!"

  With a collective resolve, the candidates embraced the approach demonstrated by the siblings, absorbing the water's energy and meticulously observing the primera's movements. They mirrored the careful pacing, aiming to conserve their energy for the critical moment.

  Yet, to their astonishment, the primera had adapted from its previous encounters. It grew more agile and cunning, thwarting the candidates' strategies.

  Despite their earnest efforts, one after another, the remaining candidates faltered in capturing the elusive creature.

  A pall of disappointment settled over the scene as the candidates confronted the stark reality of the task's difficulty. The initial surge of motivation ebbed away, replaced by a sense of frustration and self-doubt.

  It was now Flanco's turn. He stepped into the fray, his mind a whirlwind of calculations, dissecting the failures and successes of past attempts in search of a tactical edge. With a calm yet fierce resolve, he drew upon the energy of the water surrounding him, allowing its essence to flow through his veins. The runes etched upon his skin began to glow, suffusing his entire form with a pulsing power. As their energy surged within him, a fire of determination ignited in his heart, preparing him for the challenge that lay ahead.

  With a grin, he approached the tree, his gaze fixed on the elusive primera.

  Despite his stature and perceived lack of swiftness, Flanco pushed himself to his limits as he sprinted toward the primera, his runes now activated.

  Onlookers, including those who had previously failed, anticipated his inevitable downfall, well aware of Flanco's comparative physical limitations.

  Gasping for breath and teetering on the brink of exhaustion, Flanco struggled to keep pace with the nimble creature. His labored breaths and visible fatigue served only to further entertain the spectators.

  The primera, sensing Flanco's struggle, seemed to tease him with its elusive movements, darting just out of reach and maintaining a playful distance.

  With each swing from branch to branch, the primera appeared to mock Flanco's valiant but futile pursuit, its occasional pauses accompanied by a mischievous grin that seemed to taunt, "You'll never catch me!"

  Amidst the watching candidates, laughter erupted as they found amusement in Flanco's seemingly hopeless chase.

  His frustration grew more palpable with each moment, his unwavering determination contrasting starkly with his apparent lack of physical prowess. The primera's taunting antics only served to further fuel their amusement.

  As the crowd watched with keen interest, waiting for Flanco to succumb to exhaustion and concede defeat, he approached the brink of complete fatigue. His drooping eyes betrayed the toll of his efforts, fatigue threatening to overwhelm him entirely. Sensing his vulnerability, the primera closed in, poised to deliver the final blow of humiliation.

  Yet, unbeknownst to the onlookers, Flanco was masterfully feigning his fatigue. With a deceptive facade of weariness, he carefully bided his time, waiting for the opportune moment to strike.

  With the primera now within his grasp, Flanco’s gaze remained locked in place, filled with unwavering determination as he focused intently on his elusive quarry.

  In a breathtaking display of agility and precision, Flanco launched himself through the air, his once-mocked figure now defying all expectations. The primera’s initial confidence dissolved into genuine astonishment as Flanco’s grip tightened around its form. A stunned silence fell over the assembly, shock evident on every face.

  As the realization dawned upon the candidates and the watching crowd, murmurs of disbelief and admiration rippled through the air.

  "He never fails to surprise," remarked Markon to Gargus, a begrudging note of admiration coloring his tone.

  Their shared chuckles bore witness to a newfound respect for Flanco’s ability to outmaneuver them all.

  Flanco’s triumphant capture of the primera served as a poignant reminder that determination and strategic acumen could surmount perceived physical limitations. It underscored his mental fortitude and resilience in the face of formidable challenges.

  In the wake of Flanco’s unexpected victory, a contemplative silence settled among the candidates. They recognized that success was not solely reliant on physical prowess, but also upon resilience, adaptability, and the courage to transcend perceived boundaries.

  Astraa observed Flanco's remarkable feat with quiet contemplation, her appreciation for his cunning and unorthodox approach deftly concealed. Although she harbored admiration for his ingenuity, she remained reticent, refraining from overt displays of acknowledgment or support.

  For Astraa, such sentiments were best left hidden, her attention resolutely fixed on the task at hand.