"Open the gates of the Crag of Wolves!" said the Chief Instructor. His voice carried a booming, authoritative resonance that triggered the ancient mechanism of the mountain.
RUMBLE!
The massive, iron-reinforced stone gates violently ground open, revealing a thick, unnatural fog that swirled aggressively within the jagged cavern walls. The dark valley stretched out before them like the gaping maw of an ancient beast, breathing a chilling, damp air into the sunny plaza.
"Begin!" said the Chief Instructor.
Instantly, the elite core factions moved. Thanks to their pre-planned strategies and minimal talisman counts, the top noble squads glided forward with fluid, unmatched agility. The spiritual gravity of the array barely registered on their bodies, allowing them to sprint into the fog like elegant streaks of light.
"Move! Move! Don't let them leave us behind!" said a frantic frontier cultivator.
