(Azaria 'Ziya' Point of View)
As I walk with the group through the dense forest, the branches above create a canopy that filters the sunlight into soft, dappled patches on the ground. The path is narrow, winding through the thick underbrush, and the silence is broken only by the rustling of leaves and the occasional snap of a twig underfoot. I can feel my heart beating faster, anticipation and anxiety swirling together in my chest. Each step takes me further from the familiar and closer to the unknown challenges that lie ahead. The air is crisp, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth, but beneath it all is a faint hint of something metallic, like the tang of iron—reminding me of the stakes of the trials we are about to face.
