The Year 612 dawned with the promise of change, a ripple felt most keenly by Articius. Integrating with the Rising Phoenix guild, he exhibited a natural affinity for teamwork and leadership, often overshadowing his youthful age.
From Articius's vantage point, the early morning light bathed the guild's training grounds in a soft, amber glow. The cold, crisp air brought clarity to his thoughts as he squared off against Callan. Each gust of wind that Callan summoned brought with it the fresh scent of the surrounding forests, invigorating Articius further. The gentle rustling of the leaves became a familiar backdrop to their sparring sessions.
