Xavian stepped into the training hall, still catching his breath from the cold outside. The place hummed with energy—floating lights flickered, and the faint buzz of mana filled the air.
A tall, confident boy with an easy smile strode forward. "Hi! I'm Dwane," he said, extending a hand. His aura shimmered slightly, and Xavian noticed a faint outline of a sword forming in his grip. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it. I make magical weapons from mana. Pretty fun, actually."
Next, a quiet boy, smaller in stature, barely lifted his eyes. He carried a sleek wand in his hand and seemed to measure everyone with calm, sharp focus. "I'm Ryan," he said softly, voice almost a whisper. But when he moved, it was precise, calculated—clearly a master of long-range spells.
Then came a girl, tall enough to command attention, her staff resting lightly on her shoulder. "Lyra Kael," she said, smiling but with a spark of fire in her eyes. Her movements were fluid, poised, ready for close combat. Xavian could tell she was deadly up close, even if her charm made her look harmless at first glance.
Finally, a shy girl shuffled forward, short and quiet, nervously twisting a strand of hair around her finger. "I-I'm Selene Ardin," she whispered. Her aura was soft but comforting. Xavian could see tiny pulses of light around her hands—she was clearly a healer. Combat wasn't her strong suit, but her abilities could turn the tide in battle.
Arlo's voice echoed from the side. "The last member of your team won't be joining today. Personal issues. But don't worry—you'll meet them soon." He smirked. "Until then, learn to work with each other. You'll need it."
Xavian looked at his new teammates, sizing them up. Each had their strengths, each a spark of potential. Somehow, they were supposed to become a team—and survive the challenges the Tenfold Order would throw at them.