Gorath shook his head, his blazing hair crackling with subdued frustration. His shoulders slumped like collapsing hills, and the scent of scorched air lingered faintly in his wake. According to him, today had all the makings of a perfect day to crush a few bugs underfoot—yet here they stood, listening to cryptic rules and waiting for enlightenment rather than action.
Just as the flame giant was about to grumble aloud, a cold voice sliced through the stillness like a dagger through silk.
"…However, on the path towards strength, you will have to fight."
The words echoed, sharp and deliberate, spoken by the Guardian Spirit who hovered above like a celestial judge.
"Attacking other participants is forbidden during this trial," she continued, her tone unwavering, "but that does not mean there will be no danger. Every single one of you must be prepared for battle."
