Zafron took a deep breath, steadying himself as he approached the imposing gate before them. It loomed large with a structure of swirling mists and shimmering energy. As they drew near, the gate seemed to sense their presence, slowly opening with a soundless motion. The group stepped through, and Zafron felt a shiver run down his spine as the gate closed behind them with a soft whoosh.
The landscape that greeted them was surprisingly serene. A lush meadow stretched out before them, dotted with wildflowers in a riot of colors. A gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of blooms, and in the distance, Zafron could make out the faint outline of mountains against a pastel sky.
'This seems... too peaceful,' Zafron thought, his eyes scanning the terrain for any sign of danger. 'Surely the trial can't be this simple.'
