grown more active at the fringes. More high-ranked ones than usual. The Proving Grounds may no longer be safe."
Erion leaned forward. "Should we halt the trial?"
"Not yet," Senn replied. "Let's see how they adapt... how they grow. But be ready."
Back in the forest, Kael paused, eyes narrowing. Something in the wind, something unseen, brushed against his senses.
"Riven," he said quietly. "Stay sharp. Something's… off."
And so, the trial began—not just of survival, but of destiny.