THE LEHAVOT

'Let's go....' Guinevere thought in utmost seriousness as the chamber she stood on suddenly glowed before a blinding light appeared on her eyes. But just in an instant later, she finds herself in a place that is both fascinating and dangerous.

'What?'

Right now, Guinevere stood amidst a vast expanse of swirling, multicolored flames, each dancing and shifting with a life of its own. The heat was overwhelming, and yet, it didn't burn her. Instead, it felt like the fire was testing her—challenging her to prove her worth. The flames ranged from deep crimson reds and brilliant blues to eerie greens and purples, each radiating a different kind of energy.

The voice of the trial echoed in her mind, its words clear and deliberate: "Find the source of the flames, the Lehanot, and take control. Only then will you prove your mastery over the fire."