As Livana's voice echoed through the Whispering Forest, every cadet stiffened. Their breaths caught in their throats, their eyes darting between each other, waiting—hoping—that someone else would volunteer first. The weight of the moment pressed heavily on them.
Livana smiled gently. "Don't be afraid. It's a simple process of binding with a spirit."
With a flick of her finger, radiant golden runes spiraled across the ground, forming a massive magic circle. Ancient symbols glowed faintly, weaving and twisting as if alive. The circle pulsed once—thrum—and the cadets felt a strange tug deep in their souls.
"This," Livana continued, "is your link to the Spirit Realm. Once you step into this circle, your soul will travel there. You will have five minutes. In that time, a spirit may choose to bond with you and become your companion. If no spirit accepts you, then… tough luck."
Gasps and whispers ran through the cadets.
