Azaria 'Ziya' Point of View
The enchanted valley stretched out before me, a labyrinth of shadows and whispers. Every rustling leaf and snapped twig could be a clue or a trap. The air was thick with tension, the anticipation of what was to come almost suffocating. I inhaled deeply, the scent of earth and pine filling my lungs, grounding me. This was it—the final battle exam. Victory or defeat would be determined by strategy, execution, and the strength of our resolve.
I glanced over at Carion, who stood confidently across the field with his team. His posture was imposing, his presence commanding. The sheer number of males in his ranks was intimidating, each one exuding a raw power that could easily overwhelm an unprepared opponent. But I had faith in my team and in the plan we had meticulously crafted. We had worked hard, trained relentlessly, and I was determined to see us through to the end.
