To watch the trial in which Das was going to face the Farus family spirit, they chose the sea shore.
The sky was a canvas of deep blue, with the faintest touch of orange bleeding across the horizon. The sun had yet to rise fully, and the southern end of the beach on Hope Island was bathed in the soft glow of morning light.
The sea waves lapped gently at the shore, but the crowd was thick with tension.
Around Das and Amara, the Farus family had gathered in a tight circle. Their expressions ranged from skeptical to outright hostile. This was no ordinary morning. Today was the day Das would face the trial to prove his worth to the Fire Python Spirit of Farus family.
At the heart of the circle stood Princess Amara, with her princess robe. Her long black hair was tied in a braid, cascading down her back as she held up a silver ring glinting faintly in the dim light.
