Inside the prestigious Zenith Academy, the first-year cadets marched in a steady line through the towering trees of the Whispering Forest.
The canopy above shimmered with strange lights, as if the forest itself was alive and whispering secrets into the ears of those who entered.
The atmosphere was electric—buzzing with excitement and nervous chatter.
For these young cadets, today was not just another training exercise.
Today was the day they would bond with their first spirit, forming a bond that could last a lifetime.
Spirits were not merely allies; they were companions. A spirit bond meant gaining someone who would share your triumphs and defeats, your pain and your joy.
They could fight beside you, heal you in times of dire need, or even whisper guidance when the path ahead seemed unclear.
