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CHAPTER - 5

  Turning to Lykaa, Astraa sought clarity. "Lykaa, did anything transpire with Minosa while I was engaged in my trial? Did someone provoke or upset her?" Astraa's voice carried a blend of worry and determination, poised to address any affront that might have led to Minosa's altered demeanor.

  Lykaa shook her head, seeking to reassure her friend. "No, Astraa, nothing of the sort occurred. Everyone was deeply absorbed in their own anxieties and forthcoming trials. We were all intent on supporting and encouraging one another."

  Although Lykaa's words brought some measure of relief to Astraa, a lingering concern remained. She could not dismiss the feeling that there was more to Minosa's behavior than met the eye.

  Meanwhile, Jillian stepped forward to express her sincere appreciation for Astraa’s remarkable performance.

  "Astraa, my heartfelt congratulations! You have truly become an inspiration to me. Witnessing your prowess out there has ignited a fire within me and assuaged many of my own fears," Jillian exclaimed with genuine admiration.

  Astraa, composed and gracious, replied, "Thank you most sincerely, Jillian. Your kind words mean more to me than I can express."

  Lykaa, observing this exchange, felt a sense of relief that Astraa could momentarily shift her focus away from Minosa’s troubled demeanor. She joined Astraa and Jillian in their conversation, hoping to provide a welcome respite from the brewing tensions.

  Driven by a surge of emotion, Minosa strode confidently towards the heart of the training grounds. The onlookers, including Flanco and Gargus, voiced their curiosity and concern.

  "There she goes, charging into another trial," remarked Flanco, his tone filled with admiration."One must commend her courage; she certainly possesses bravery. Yet, I fervently hope she is fully aware of the challenge she faces." he added, observing Minosa's determined strides.

  Gargus, still nursing the aches from his own trial, nodded in agreement."Indeed, she exhibits remarkable bravery. However, after my own arduous encounter, I hope she can manage to evade too many strikes. Those kayans are formidable foes." he said, his voice laced with caution.

  Astraa, Jillian, and Lykaa, their conversation abruptly halted, turned their attention to Minosa, their eyes fixed on her as she stood resolute, ready to face the formidable battle kayan. The air buzzed with anticipation as the group collectively held their breath, eager to witness how Minosa would tackle the challenge before her.

  All eyes were riveted upon Minosa as she took her stance, poised for the critical moment when Sir Leon would release the battle kayan. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, and the gathered candidates held their breath as Sir Leon, with deliberate motion, raised his whip.

  Minosa, resolute and unwavering, sank to her knees, her hands firmly planted upon the earth, drawing forth its latent energy. As she invoked her strength runes, her dusky skin was etched with intricate patterns of dark brown, blending seamlessly with her natural grace. Her eyes sparkled with fierce determination, and her imposing frame radiated raw power and resilience. With her curly hair cascading freely over her shoulders, untamed and wild, she exuded the presence of a seasoned warrior—battle-worn yet indomitable.

  Flanco, unable to conceal his admiration, remarked, “With her hair flowing loose and those runes aglow, she bears the mien of a warrior just returned from a grueling battle.” His voice was tinged with awe, captivated by Minosa's formidable appearance.

  Gargus, equally entranced, nodded in agreement. “Indeed, she presents an image of undeniable might. I have never beheld this aspect of her before. It is as though she could vanquish a host of foes with a mere gesture,” he observed, his gaze fixed upon Minosa with profound respect.

  Minosa, keenly attuned to the unfolding challenge, prepared herself as the sound of the battle kayan's approach grew nearer. Her eyes, steely with resolve, met the creature’s advance head-on.

  Astraa, filled with trepidation, watched with bated breath, her mind racing with uncertainty about Minosa’s strategy for the trial.

  As the battle kayan thundered closer, Minosa drew a deep breath, bracing her legs and steeling herself for the impending confrontation. With arms outstretched, she met the beast’s charge head-on, seizing its horns with unwavering resolve. The clash of Minosa and the battle kayan reverberated through the air, sending tremors.

  The force of their collision wreaked havoc on her armor, tearing the chain at her right shoulder and causing a deep gash to bleed freely.

  “Minosa!” Astraa's cry of alarm pierced the tension, her voice laden with genuine concern.

  Yet, rather than finding solace in her friend's worry, Minosa felt a surge of indignation. The sympathy and perceived competition from Astraa only served to stoke the fires of her determination. The battle kayan, ensnared by Minosa's iron grip, thrashed violently in an attempt to dislodge her, but her fierce resolve and formidable stature allowed her to stand firm against the beast’s onslaught.

  As the battle kayan pressed forward with relentless force, Minosa clung tenaciously to its horns, even as she was driven across the training ground. Her shoes, ironically fashioned from the very leather of a kayan, began to fray and tear under the strain. Drawing upon every ounce of absorbed energy, Minosa channeled her strength into her feet, forcing the beast to falter momentarily.

  With a deft shift of weight, she managed to cause the kayan to lose its balance. Seizing the fleeting opportunity, Minosa relinquished her grip on the horns and swiftly encircled the creature’s neck with both hands. In a remarkable display of strength and skill, she flipped the beast backwards over her head.

  The assembled crowd, including Sir Skarsnay and Sir Leon, gazed in stunned silence, unable to grasp the astonishing scene before them. Astraa, initially wracked with anxiety, was left dumbfounded by the spectacle of Minosa’s prowess.

  The battle kayan, now visibly shaken and disoriented by its tumultuous encounter, had lost its previous fierceness. With Minosa, spent but resolute, charging forward with her remaining strength, the once fearsome creature, now gripped by terror, abruptly turned and fled.

  The onlookers, already rendered speechless, were left in a state of astonished disbelief at the kayan’s sudden retreat.

  Sir Leon, regaining his composure after the astonishing spectacle, leaned towards Sir Skarsnay and murmured, “Shouldn’t the bell be rung, Sir?”

  “Ah, quite right,” Skarsnay replied, snapping back to his duties. He promptly signaled the bell, proclaiming Minosa’s resounding victory over the battle kayan.

  The training grounds erupted in a chorus of joyous cheers and applause, as the candidates celebrated Minosa’s remarkable triumph with fervent enthusiasm.

  As Minosa made her way back to her companions, her shoes in tatters and her armor battered, she was met with a wave of admiration and respect from her fellow candidates. Their awe was palpable as they marveled at her strength and tenacity.

  Gargus, his excitement evident, declared with genuine admiration, “I always prided myself on being the toughest here, but you’ve certainly proven me wrong.”

  Flanco, his tone a blend of respect and mirth, added, “Who could have imagined that someone could make the battle kayan retreat? Meanwhile, I’m over here fretting just to face the beast!” His words, imbued with a touch of humor, were a testament to the respect he held for Minosa’s extraordinary feat.

  Minosa accepted their praise with grace, her demeanor softened by the accolades.

  “Thank you all. Your kind words mean so much to me,” she responded, her smile rekindling her usual lighthearted charm.

  Astraa, filled with genuine joy for her friend's triumph, moved to embrace Minosa. However, Minosa, feeling the weight of exhaustion, gently declined.

  “Not now, Astraa. I’m too weary for such gestures,” she said with a weary yet appreciative tone.

  As Markon approached, a notable change washed over Minosa. The fatigue that had clouded her face dissipated, replaced by a radiant smile upon locking eyes with him. The energy that had previously drained from her was rekindled by his presence, lifting her spirits.

  “Minosa!” Markon’s voice brimmed with admiration and wonder. “I am at a loss, caught between the awe-inspiring warrior who faced the battle kayan and the carefree soul standing before me now. Regardless of which facet is truer, both are nothing short of remarkable.”

  Minosa’s cheeks took on a delicate flush of pink, her eyes sparkling with a blend of delight and warmth at Markon’s words. The tenderness of his admiration stirred within her a profound sense of joy, transcending even the triumph of her trial.

  “In your presence, I shall always cherish the carefree spirit you see in me,” she declared, her voice resonant with sincere gratitude. The truth of his praise held a significance far beyond the mere victory of the trial.

  Astraa, observing Minosa’s cold indifference towards her, felt a pang of sorrow. It troubled her to see Minosa, her close friend, now engaging with everyone else—the twins, Lykaa, and even Markon—with a warm familiarity, while remaining noticeably aloof with her.

  Astraa grappled with the disheartening realization that her genuine support and camaraderie had seemingly been cast aside.

  Sensing Astraa's distress, Lykaa endeavored to offer some comfort. “Minosa must be profoundly weary from the trial, which might explain her distant demeanor,” Lykaa suggested, her tone aiming to soothe Astraa’s unease.

  Yet, Astraa’s intuition told her that a deeper, more complex issue lingered beneath the surface. She could not shake the suspicion that Lykaa, well aware of the true cause, chose to withhold the fuller truth from her.

  Astraa, her heart heavy with the weight of betrayal, felt an aching void as she grappled with Minosa’s chilling aloofness and Lykaa’s unwillingness to confide in her. The sting of disillusionment was sharp and bitter, far eclipsing the joy of her own hard-won victory.

  The anticipated reunion and celebration, once shimmering on the horizon, had disintegrated into a constellation of shattered hopes and broken promises.

  With a heart weighed down by sorrow and frustration, Astraa bowed her head, her eyes reflecting the profound melancholy she felt.

  She lifted her bag, the burden of her armor seeming to mirror the heavy load of her emotions. The exhilarating success she had anticipated now felt like a cruel joke. Her resolve hardened, not by confrontation but by silent departure.

  She moved through the throng of celebrating friends, her steps heavy with the gravity of her unspoken anguish. Each footfall resonated with the echoes of her disappointment, unnoticed by those caught in the rapture of Minosa’s triumph.

  Astraa’s departure was a silent testament to her fractured spirit, her presence slipping away like a shadow in the midst of their jubilant revelry.

  The throng of admirers reveled in the splendor of Minosa's triumph, their focus remained fixed upon her victorious moment. In the midst of their celebration, Astraa’s quiet exit went unnoticed, her steps laden with the weight of unspoken disillusionment.

  It was not long before Lykaa, her initial casual assumption that Astraa was merely momentarily absent, gave way to a deepening worry. Her search for Astraa proved fruitless, and concern began to etch itself upon her features. Markon, attuned to the shift in Lykaa’s demeanor, approached with a note of genuine apprehension in his voice.

  Lykaa took a steadying breath, her anxiety palpable as she addressed Markon. “I fear Astraa is missing,” she confessed, her tone fraught with unease. “She departed without a word, and I am compelled to search for her at her residence.”

  Markon’s brow furrowed in sympathetic concern, his expression mirroring Lykaa’s distress. “I understand,” he replied with earnest sincerity. “Please keep me apprised of her whereabouts. Regrettably, my own trial looms, but should you require any assistance, do not hesitate to call upon me.”

  Amidst the revelry of Minosa’s triumph, she could not resist interjecting with a note of scorn.

  “Ah, you know Astraa,” Minosa quipped with a smirk. “She must have felt overshadowed by someone else garnering attention. She’s merely seeking to draw the spotlight elsewhere.”

  Lykaa’s demeanor shifted, her patience fraying as she met Minosa’s derisive remark with a sharp edge of ire.

  “You and I are well aware of Astraa’s true nature,” Lykaa replied, her voice laced with reprimand. “I have no wish to quarrel, especially so soon after your trial. But it would be wise for you to cease speaking ill of her. Respect is due where it is earned.”

  Minosa, rolling her eyes with dismissive contempt, turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Lykaa and Markon to exchange concerned glances. Markon, now imbued with a deeper curiosity, turned to Lykaa with a furrowed brow.

  Lykaa sighed, the tension in her expression easing as she addressed Markon.

  “Do not trouble yourself overmuch, Markon. I shall attend to the matter. Your focus should remain on your forthcoming trial. Give it your utmost, and may you emerge victorious. As for Astraa, I shall ensure her well-being is attended to,” she reassured him, her smile imbued with sincerity as she sought to allay his worries.

  Markon’s face remained clouded with concern, the weight of the situation etched deeply into his features. Though he nodded in acknowledgment of Lykaa’s words, a lingering unease gnawed at his heart. Trusting in Lykaa’s dependability, he resolved to leave Astraa’s well-being in her capable hands. With a heavy heart, he sought to quell his worries, burying them deep within his mind, knowing that news on Astraa would come in due course. For now, he steeled himself to focus on his own trial, determined to channel his energy and strive for excellence, even as his thoughts strayed to his absent friend.

  With renewed resolve, Markon donned his armor, each piece a testament to his readiness for the impending trial. As he made his way to the training grounds, he encountered Minosa, her cheeks tinged with a delicate blush.

  "Markon, may fortune favor you! Return to us triumphant," Minosa declared, her voice brimming with genuine admiration.

  "Thank you, Minosa," Markon replied with a playful glint in his eye, "Though I appreciate your encouragement, Minosa, you really must refrain from interrupting me before every trial."

  Flanco, noting the almost excessive joy radiating from Minosa, leaned in to whisper his doubts to Gargus. "Isn't it peculiar that she's so cheerful, especially in the wake of Astraa's departure?"

  Gargus, who had gained newfound respect for Minosa after witnessing her formidable display of strength in her own trial, waved off Flanco’s concerns. "You’re reading too much into it," he replied. "Minosa is simply offering her support for our friend. Set your concerns aside and join us in rallying for Markon’s triumph."

  Though Flanco harbored lingering doubts, he chose to heed Gargus's counsel and set his misgivings aside.

  With his strength runes aglow, Markon advanced toward the training grounds, his heart brimming with resolve. Sir Leon, stationed nearby, prepared to release a new adversary for Markon's trial. This time, the battle kayan was a different beast, unlike the one Minosa had confronted. It was customary for the trials to feature various battle kayans, each enduring relentless trials to ensure a formidable challenge for the candidates.

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  Markon's thoughts, however, were preoccupied with concerns for Astraa, troubled by Minosa's indifferent demeanor regarding her absence. As he readied himself to face the oncoming beast, his brooding was abruptly interrupted when Sir Leon’s whip cut through the air, signaling the commencement of the trial. The battle kayan, charging with ferocious speed, surged toward Markon, while the assembled candidates watched with bated breath, eager to witness his performance.

  Amidst the fervent atmosphere, Minosa, despite bearing the marks of her previous battle, could scarcely contain her enthusiasm.

  "Minosa, shouldn’t you be resting? You’re quite battered," Gargus inquired with genuine concern for her well-being.

  Yet Minosa appeared entirely absorbed in her fervent support for Markon, her focus unwavering as he braced himself to confront the oncoming kayan. Her preoccupation with cheering for Markon rendered her oblivious to Gargus’s worry.

  Flanco, catching sight of Gargus’s reaction, could not resist a touch of playful banter.

  "It seems Minosa's admiration for Markon runs deeper than we might have imagined. Perhaps her apparent indifference is but a veneer. Her enthusiasm after Astraa's departure now takes on a new light," he remarked with a wry smile.

  As Minosa's unwavering support for Markon unfolded before their eyes, Gargus found himself both surprised and amused. While he had observed Markon’s appeal among the ladies, he had not anticipated that Minosa's sentiments mirrored those of the others.

  Minosa held her breath, her gaze riveted upon Markon as the battle kayan bore down upon him. Her anticipation mounted with each passing moment, eager to behold his prowess.

  Nearby, Jekyl and Jillian mirrored her anxiety, their thoughts preoccupied with their own forthcoming trials. The air itself seemed to hum with a collective breath held in suspense as the entire assembly awaited Markon’s performance.

  As the colossal beast neared, Markon deftly stepped back, causing the kayan to momentarily falter. A smile flickered upon Sir Skarsnay’s lips, for he recognized the strategy unfolding before him.

  As the kayan sought to recover its momentum, Markon, with measured force, thrust against its head, throwing off its balance. The crowd watched with rapt attention as he executed this maneuver with precision, disrupting the beast’s every advance.

  Minosa's heart plummeted as she watched, spellbound, the unmistakable echo of Astraa's mastery woven into Markon's every calculated move. His tactics mirrored hers so precisely, so unnervingly, that a storm of conflicting emotions roared within her. Markon pressed forward with relentless precision, each strike a draining blow that siphoned the Kayan's vitality, his calculated persistence driving the beast back, inch by painstaking inch. Then, in a climactic surge of power, he delivered a thunderous, final push, sending the creature hurtling back several feet, sealing his victory with such force that even the ground seemed to tremble in witness.

  The air erupted in exuberant cheers and applause, with Gargus and Flanco among the loudest in their acclaim.

  Flanco, unable to suppress his mischievous nature, leaned toward Gargus and murmured, "It seems Markon has found his muse in another, does he not?" His words, laced with a hint of jest, subtly alluded to Astraa’s remarkable technique.

  As Markon’s trial unfolded before her eyes, Minosa’s initial exuberance began to ebb away, her once radiant expression giving way to a profound sense of disillusionment and resignation. The realization struck her with the force of a tempest crashing upon the shore—the very technique Markon employed to secure his triumph was one inspired by Astraa, the person Minosa had so fervently aspired to surpass.

  In that crucial instant, Minosa's heart was overwhelmed by emotions. She had harbored the hope that Astraa's absence would provide her with an opportunity to command Markon's full attention, to become the central figure in his world. Yet, she was confronted with the unrelenting truth that, even in Astraa's absence, her influence lingered prominently in Markon’s thoughts and actions.

  As the truth took root within her, Minosa was beset by a profound sense of betrayal, as if her dreams and aspirations had been shattered into innumerable fragments. The crushing realization that she might never possess Markon's full attention bore down upon her spirit, casting a pall over the initial joy she had once embraced. Anger and resentment roiled within her, fueled by the conviction that Astraa had not only claimed Markon’s attention but had also robbed Minosa of a considerable measure of her own happiness.

  Amidst the throng of onlookers, Minosa endeavored to veil her inner turmoil, donning a mask of forced composure to obscure her turmoil. She observed Markon’s triumph with a blend of bitterness and yearning, silently wrestling with the conflicted emotions that now enveloped her.

  As Markon approached his comrades with a triumphant smile upon his lips, Gargus and Flanco eagerly made their way to him. Gargus, struck by Markon’s pristine condition and the unmarred state of his armor, could not help but express his admiration.

  "You are indeed fortunate, Markon!" Gargus exclaimed, his voice tinged with both admiration and a hint of envy. "Not a mark upon you, and your armor remains as pristine as ever."

  Flanco, chimed in with a playful tone, "Let us not forget the technique you have so skillfully adopted from Astraa. Surely, she merits some acknowledgment for your flawless execution."

  Markon, smiling with a sense of humility, readily conceded, "Indeed, Flanco. Astraa's technique was instrumental in my success. Her inspiration and guidance were invaluable to me."

  As the companions engaged in their light-hearted repartee, Markon found himself reflecting with gratitude upon Astraa’s contribution to his triumph.

  Overcome by rage and hurt, Minosa abruptly pivoted from the scene, her countenance marred by tears as she hastened toward home. Her emotions were a turbulent storm, unleashed by the sight of Markon being compared to Astraa, and she could no longer bear to remain amidst the celebratory throng. Her fervent wish to be the first to welcome Markon after his triumph had been cruelly dashed, leaving her hopes in ruin.

  Markon, puzzled by Minosa’s sudden disappearance, voiced his concern to those present. "Where has Minosa gone? I distinctly heard her cheers throughout my trial. It is most perplexing that she is not here now," he inquired, his gaze sweeping the area in search of her.

  Flanco, who had glimpsed Minosa mere moments before, replied, "I saw her just a moment ago."

  "First Astraa, and now Minosa—do these ladies have no notion of bidding farewell properly?" Flanco remarked with a touch of sarcasm, his voice tinged with frustration.

  Markon, ensnared in a whirl of conflicting emotions, remained at a loss, uncertain of his next course of action. His desire to find Astraa and share the news of his victory was now complicated by Minosa's abrupt departure, leaving him in a state of perplexity.

  Meanwhile, the twins, blissfully ignorant of the brewing undercurrents, approached Markon with radiant smiles, eager to extend their congratulations. Their voices brimmed with enthusiasm as they lauded his performance.

  "Splendid! We observed that you incorporated some of Astraa's techniques, and you executed them with impeccable precision. Your performance was truly remarkable," Jekyl extolled, his admiration for Markon's prowess evident in every word.

  Jillian, standing alongside her brother, interjected with a note of earnestness, "We have been growing increasingly anxious about our forthcoming trials. Might you and Gargus be so kind as to impart some wisdom and advice that could aid us? Your assistance would be most appreciated."

  Markon, buoyed by their praise and keen to offer his support, managed a warm smile.

  "Indeed, I would be most pleased to share any insights and guidance I can provide. Let us seek a tranquil moment to deliberate upon these matters," he replied, hoping that by directing his attention to their concerns, he might momentarily ease the tangled complexities of his own predicament with Astraa and Minosa.

  As the weight of his impending trial loomed large, Flanco, seeking solace, eagerly joined the twins in their counsel with Markon and Gargus. All three were in pursuit of wisdom to guide them through the daunting challenges that awaited. Markon, generous with his hard-earned knowledge, spoke of the necessity of restraint when faced with the charging kayan.

  He expounded upon the art of precise energy absorption, highlighting how Astraa’s technique had been the linchpin to his own victory.

  While the twins and Flanco recognized the mastery in Markon’s approach, they were keenly aware of the daunting task of emulating Astraa’s exceptional maneuver.

  Hoping for advice more aligned with their own strengths, they turned to Gargus. Yet, his counsel was bold and uncompromising, advocating for a direct confrontation with the battle kayan, urging them to push their physical limits to the utmost. Though valiant, this approach appeared perilous for Flanco and the twins, who were mindful of their own capacities.

  In the end, they chose to follow Markon’s guidance, adopting Astraa’s technique, believing it to be more suited to their abilities and offering a more promising path to success.

  "Very well, friends, it seems my turn has arrived," Jekyl announced, his voice filled with resolve. Buoyed by the encouragement of Markon, Jillian, and their companions, he strode onto the training grounds with purpose. Drawing a deep breath, Jekyl recalled Markon’s counsel, steadying his nerves as he grounded himself, channeling energy into his strength runes with meticulous care.

  His flawless preparation did not go unnoticed, and Markon’s heart swelled with pride at the sight of his friend’s evident growth.

  As Sir Leon’s whip cracked sharply through the air, signaling the trial's onset, the battle kayan surged forward with unrelenting force. Jekyl, his focus unwavering, awaited the precise moment to employ Astraa’s technique, just as Markon had advised.

  As the beast closed in, Jekyl deftly executed the maneuver, retreating at the critical juncture and causing the kayan to stumble in its assault. Markon, observing from the sidelines, erupted in cheers, elated to witness his friend replicate his earlier triumph with such exactitude.

  Yet, it soon became apparent to Jekyl that his efforts to vanquish the battle kayan were in vain. Though he executed the energy absorption technique with flawless precision, he lacked the profound absorption capacity that both Astraa and Markon possessed, this limitation left him with a diminished strength. His relentless attempts to subdue the creature only succeeded in exacerbating its fury, intensifying its aggression, and bolstering its momentum.

  In a sudden and ferocious surge, the battle kayan charged at Jekyl with unbridled force. Unable to mount an effective defense, Jekyl was helpless against the beast's onslaught. The impact struck him with such overwhelming power that he was hurled through the air, his armor torn asunder, and a deep, jagged scar marred his chest where the creature's horns had pierced through the protective plating.

  Unconscious, Jekyl plummeted to the ground, his body limp and lifeless. Sir Skarsnay, recognizing the dire situation, quickly rang the bell, signaling the abrupt cessation of the trial and the immediate need for Jekyl's rescue.

  Jillian’s desperate cries rent the very fabric of the air as she dashed to her brother's side, her visage a portrait of unmitigated fear.

  Swiftly, the attendants of healing arrived, bearing Jekyl away to the sanctum of the healing hangar, where urgent ministrations would be rendered. In the midst of this turmoil stood Markon, his countenance a tableau of profound remorse and regret, as the somber realization dawned upon him that his ill-fated counsel had precipitated Jekyl’s grievous plight.

  Jillian remained in anxious vigil beyond the precincts of the medical chamber, whilst the healers labored with unrelenting zeal upon her brother’s wounds. Markon, along with their circle of companions, stood in silent solidarity beside her, their presence a muted testament to their support. The gravity of the situation pervaded the air, and Jillian, stricken by the sight of her brother’s suffering, found herself grappling with the thought of pursuing her own trial in the wake of such harrowing events.

  "I fear I shall not partake in the forthcoming trial," Jillian confessed, her voice heavy with sorrow and indecision. "Jekyl, who excelled in the art of energy absorption far beyond my own capacity, has met such a grievous fate. Even should I succeed in harnessing energy, the turmoil of my brother’s condition would render me incapable of concentrating upon the trial's demands."

  Markon and Gargus stood in solemn silence, acutely aware of the weight and truth in Jillian’s lament. To urge her forward into the trial under these circumstances would be both ill-advised and fraught with peril. Flanco, having borne witness to the entire distressing episode, was consumed by a tide of fear and doubt.

  The self-assurance once imparted to him by Astraa, Markon, Gargus, and Minosa now lay in ruins, shattered by the sight of Jekyl’s agonizing struggle and helpless plight. The daunting nature of the forthcoming task, especially with Flanco set to face it last, loomed large and forbidding.

  Together, the group stood united in their shared sense of dismay, grappling with the somber aftermath of Jekyl’s trial.

  "Flanco, you are the last to face the trial. Are you prepared?" inquired Sir Skarsnay, his voice a measured blend of authority and concern.

  Flanco swallowed hard, nerves tightening in his throat, before replying, "Yes, sir."

  Perceiving the gravity of the moment, Jillian spoke with quiet resolve to Markon and Gargus, "It’s alright. You both should go and support your comrade. I shall remain here with my brother."

  Markon and Gargus exchanged a knowing glance, their expressions tinged with appreciation and regret. They were all too aware of the consequences their prior counsel had wrought upon Jekyl. With hearts weighed down by the burden of responsibility, they followed Flanco to assist him in donning his armor. The trio moved in silence, each consumed by a mix of anxious thoughts and somber anticipation.

  Flanco’s anxiety manifested in his trembling hands and restless demeanor, a visible testament to the inner turmoil besieging him. Markon and Gargus, keenly attuned to the immense pressure weighing upon him, chose to maintain their silence, their presence alone offering the reassurance he so desperately needed.

  After securing his armor, Flanco made his way, albeit uneasily, to the center of the training grounds. The impending trial weighed heavily upon his spirit, casting a shadow of doubt over his thoughts.

  Flanco, renowned for his quick wit and resourcefulness, now found himself standing at the heart of the training grounds, uncertain of his course of action. The haunting image of Jekyl being hurled into the air remained fresh in his mind, prompting him to approach the trial with marked caution. Unlike Gargus and Markon, who possessed formidable strength and innate talent, Flanco had always relied more on his cunning and ingenuity to navigate challenges.

  As the crack of the whip echoed through the air, signaling the commencement of the trial, the battle kayan charged toward Flanco with unyielding ferocity. Markon and Gargus watched with bated breath, praying that Flanco might find a way to conquer the fearsome creature and claim victory. To their astonishment, however, Flanco remained motionless, failing to activate his strength runes.

  Overcome with concern, Gargus could not restrain himself and cried out, "Flanco! What are you about? Engage your runes at once!"

  But in a display of sudden agility, Flanco deftly evaded the battle kayan's onslaught, repositioning himself behind the beast in a move that confounded not only his comrades but even Sir Skarsnay. Without a moment’s hesitation, he dashed toward the water trough used in their previous trial, leaving all who observed bewildered by his actions.

  Upon reaching the trough, Flanco absorbed the energy from the water and activated his water runes, imbuing himself with enhanced speed. Though the battle kayan pursued him with relentless tenacity, Flanco’s newfound swiftness rendered him nearly untouchable. Around and around they went, the pair tracing intricate circles across the training grounds, engaged in a dance of pursuit and evasion that left the onlookers in awe.

  Markon and Gargus gazed upon the unfolding spectacle with a blend of exhaustion and deep admiration, their hearts pounding as they witnessed the relentless chase. Flanco’s ingenuity and resilience astounded them, even as the final outcome remained a tantalizing mystery. Slowly, they noticed the battle kayan, a creature of formidable strength, beginning to falter. Its mighty strides grew sluggish, its movements betraying the creeping grip of fatigue. The gap between Flanco and the beast widened, while the fading light of his water runes signaled the waning of his own speed.

  Yet, undaunted by the mounting exhaustion, Flanco pressed forward, driven by an indomitable will.

  What felt like an eternity passed before the battle kayan, gasping and heaving, was forced to pause, its strength nearly spent. Sensing this brief reprieve as his moment of reckoning, Flanco summoned every last shred of his remaining energy. Drawing deeply from the earth’s power, he activated his strength runes with a force that seemed almost supernatural.

  With a roar of defiance, he hurled himself at the battle kayan, his charge filled with the might of desperation.

  The once-unyielding beast staggered back, if only a few inches, under the force of his assault. But the effort was colossal, draining Flanco to the core. Spent and utterly drained, he collapsed upon the ground, his body giving in to the overwhelming exhaustion that had been held at bay by sheer force of will.

  Though the distance Flanco had managed to push the battle kayan appeared modest, his victory stood as a testament to his keen intellect and unwavering perseverance.

  Sir Skarsnay’s bell rang out, heralding the conclusion of the trial and Flanco’s hard-won triumph. Laughter echoed through the air as Markon, Gargus, and even the austere Sir Skarsnay and Sir Leon could not suppress their mirth at the unorthodox stratagem that had led to Flanco’s success.

  "You always seem to find a way, do you not?" remarked Gargus, his admiration evident as he addressed his friend’s ingenuity. "Indeed, you never fail to concoct the most unusual solutions," added Markon, playfully chiding Flanco for his distinctive approach.

  "Ah, well, I suppose my mind does have its own peculiar ways," Flanco responded with a smile.

  "Ahem! Congratulations to you all for triumphing in your second trial. But where are Astraa and Minosa? I have an important announcement to make," Sir Skarsnay said, his gaze sweeping the crowd with an expectant air. The boys exchanged uneasy looks.

  "Where are they?" Sir Skarsnay inquired, his tone growing more severe.

  "They have departed, Sir Skarsnay," Gargus replied, his voice trembling with a pang of guilt.

  "Do those young women presume they can simply depart after clearing their trial?" Sir Skarsnay chided, his voice brimming with exasperation. "Are they not aware that Eternal Warrior candidates are committed to completing three trials as part of their apprenticeship, whereas healers are bound to only two? Simply because the final trial is not held today does not mean they may simply pack up and depart!"

  "We have yet another trial?" Gargus asked, his query tinged with naivety, prompting weary sighs from both Markon and Flanco, who were well acquainted with the requirements.

  "Sir Skarsnay, Astraa was in poor health, and thus Minosa and Lykaa have gone in search of her," Markon interjected, striving to shield the girls from Sir Skarsnay’s displeasure.

  "Very well," Sir Skarsnay responded, his irritation palpable. "I shall need you to instruct Minosa to meet me on the morrow, for I have an important announcement to make. As for Astraa, I shall notify her myself."

  "Sir! I would be more than willing to seek out Astraa and inform her to join us on the morrow," Markon offered eagerly, hoping for a chance to spend a moment alone with her.

  Sir Skarsnay commanded, "you are to concern yourselves solely with relaying the information to Minosa. Her residence can be located through Sir Leon, who maintains the registry of all candidates who have participated."

  Markon, though initially buoyed by the prospect, felt a pang of disappointment at the missed opportunity to engage with Astraa. He had looked forward to the chance to become better acquainted with her, and this might have served as the perfect occasion.

  Meanwhile, Gargus, ever eager, volunteered to undertake the task of locating Minosa.

  "Shall I be the one to inform Minosa of Sir Skarsnay’s announcement?" he inquired. Markon, still somewhat disheartened by the lost chance to meet Astraa, responded, "Yes, indeed. You may take on that responsibility."

  Flanco, ever the impish spirit, could not resist a final jest at Gargus’s expense. "Ah, it appears you are most eager to encounter Minosa, are you not?" he quipped with a mischievous smile.

  Gargus, intent on remaining focused on their task, responded with measured seriousness, "Indeed, she is our friend, and it is our duty to assist her."

  Flanco, not yet finished with his playful banter, continued, "If she is our friend, then might I accompany you on this errand?"

  "Absolutely not! You must rest," Gargus insisted with concern. "You have already exerted yourself greatly, and you are not as hardy as I."

  Noticing the genuine concern reflected in Gargus's eyes, Flanco opted to relent, a playful grin spreading across his face as he acquiesced to his friend’s desire to undertake the task alone.

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