Aizel's thoughts raced with endless possibilities as he stared at the old guy in front of him. Escape seemed unlikely, for this man was not only his captor but also the revered master of Vespara.
He knew he must pass the test, the only path to obtaining the powerful magic artifacts he so desperately needed.
With each passing moment, the weight of his predicament bore down on him, leaving him no choice but to face his fate head-on.
"Okay, I will do it!" Aizel replied.
"Ohooo…" As he listened to his grand disciple's response, the old man's withered fingers traced the length of his long beard, and a small smile played across his lips.
The corners of his eyes crinkled, revealing a lifetime of knowledge and experience carved into the lines of his aged face.
"I hope Vespara has trained you well, little Aizel... If not, the test might claim your life."
