Aria's pov
The mist hung heavy in the air, obscuring my vision as I stumbled through the dense forest. Every step felt like a battle against the thick undergrowth, my limbs weighed down by exhaustion.
I had no idea why this was the test, I was in the misty forest for God's sakes.
Just when I thought I couldn't go on any longer, a chorus of snarls echoed through the trees, sending a shiver down my spine. I knew what was coming, another set of relentless monsters, eager to tear me apart.
With a weary sigh, I readied my weapon, bracing myself for the onslaught. But as the creatures closed in from all sides, I realized I was outnumbered and outmatched.
I steeled myself, I was a warrior and it was in my nature to fight. Margery thought the knife she gave me was the only weapon I had? I never go anywhere without my retractable sword.
Desperation clawed at my chest as I fought tooth and nail to fend off their attacks, the fight sapping what little strength I had left.
