The sun rose gracefully, casting its golden hues across Hall 120 training grounds. The serene ambiance was punctuated only by the soft murmur of Magus Ashaka's guiding chants. Positioned at the front of the yard, the esteemed senior Magus sat in a dignified lotus position, his aura of tranquility enveloping the space.
Meanwhile, the 21 acolytes, arrayed in disciplined formations, mirrored Ashaka's posture with eyes gently closed. Each breath synchronized with the rhythmic flow of the morning meditation, their collective focus sharpened by the anticipation of the day ahead.
Unlike previous sessions, there was an undeniable intensity in the air—a palpable sense of determination that resonated among the acolytes. Yesterday's transformative treatments had infused their spirits with newfound vigor, igniting a renewed zeal within each of them. Some had already imbibed the provided high-grade Spirit potions, further amplifying the energy coursing through their veins.
