The morning arrived far too quickly for the team's liking, with the first rays of sunlight spilling over the horizon and bathing the camp in a soft, golden glow. Despite the lingering exhaustion from the previous night's unsettling adventure in the forest, the team dutifully gathered at the central field. Each step toward their meeting spot was heavy, their groggy expressions evidence of too little sleep and minds still buzzing with unanswered questions.
Waiting for them, as punctual and imposing as ever, stood Coach Gadiona. His arms were crossed over his broad chest, and his sharp, no-nonsense gaze swept over the group as they assembled. Even without saying a word, his presence demanded respect, his stern expression acting as a silent warning that excuses would not be tolerated today.
