As the veil of night lifted to reveal the first blush of dawn, the sanctuary awoke to the stirrings of a day pregnant with potential.
It was on this crisp morning, under the vast canopy of Jungoria that had borne witness to countless cycles of life and rebirth, that I found myself standing on the precipice of a new beginning.
The training field, a broad expanse of cleared earth bordered by the towering sentinels of the forest, was alive with the muted sounds of nervous anticipation.
My breath formed small clouds in the chilly air, dissipating quickly but leaving a lingering chill that seeped into my bones.
Clad in simple garb befitting an aspirant, I could not help but feel exposed, both to the elements and to the scrutinizing gaze of my future comrades.
Around me, the other aspirants gathered, each one a mirror reflecting back my own trepidation and resolve.
