Kael steadied himself, his breathing heavy in the oppressive atmosphere of the cave. The walls around him shimmered with faint embers.
The air smelled of sulfur and ash, burning his nostrils with every breath.
As he adjusted his stance, a voice boomed through the cavern, deep and resonate.
It was neither welcoming nor hostile, but its authority was undeniable.
"Your first trial: capture the flag at the very end of this path."
Kael's eyes narrowed, his hands instinctively curling into fists. His senses heightened.
"Your trial begins now."
As the voice spoke, a faint glow appeared far ahead.
It intensified quickly, revealing a crimson flag fluttering gently despite the stagnant air.
It stood atop a blackened pedestal nearly 1000 meters away.
Kael squinted, his sharp eyes scrutinizing the seemingly straightforward task.
