The misty figure turned its intense gaze toward the girl, its glowing eyes narrowing with interest.
"The test," it began, its voice low and resonant, "is not a simple trial of brute force. You will face illusions, fears, and obstacles that will push your mental and physical limits."
The figure's dark-blue form flickered as it gestured toward the gate behind it. "You must each walk the path alone. Your strength, wit, and resilience will be judged in ways you cannot anticipate. Those who prove worthy will find the gate open for them at the end of their journey."
A murmur spread through the gathered students as they exchanged nervous glances. Some looked apprehensive, while others, like Asher, remained steady and determined.
"Begin," the figure commanded, its voice booming as the mist parted. A dark passage stretched out from the base of the gate, lined with shimmering, ethereal flames that cast an eerie light.
