Part 1: Meeting Dean
From MC's Perspective:
The 300 warriors stood in a tense formation, awaiting the signal to begin their journey toward the Trial. Their faces were a mix of determination and anxiety, each one knowing what was at stake. Among them, I felt the weight of anticipation heavier than most.
"Zack, you come with me," Elder Clinton's voice cut through the tension like a knife, echoing across the training grounds. His words startled everyone, especially Vernon, the towering, battle-hardened warrior standing nearby. His eyes widened in surprise as he turned to assess me, curiosity etched across his face.
Vernon, massive and formidable, furrowed his brow. He tried to probe my strength, but his gaze faltered when it collided with the protective magic of the silver ring on my finger, obscuring his ability to see through my aura. "Who is this young man?" he muttered under his breath, frustration evident. To be singled out by Elder Clinton was no small matter.