The newly arrived disciples stood nervously in the grand courtyard, their recent trials behind them. The air buzzed with anticipation and excitement as they awaited the final decision of the Valley Masters. Each master had observed their respective tests with keen eyes, looking for the potential within the young participants. Now it was time to announce those chosen to advance further into the secrets of the Primordial Chaos Sect.
Adams, the head of the sect, sat comfortably in his ornate chair, seemingly oblivious to the expectant crowd. Erren, the young elf girl who had somehow charmed her way into sitting on his lap, giggled as he fed her grapes and entertained her with humorous stories. Despite the importance of the moment, Adams appeared utterly engrossed in entertaining her, seemingly forgetting the weight of the decision that lay before him.
