As the training ground reset, Alex stepped into the center once more, his sword glinting in the morning sun. Opposite him stood the next group of four—Gracier, Saeko, Artemia, and Sera. Each of them radiated determination, their unique energies filling the air as they prepared to face their leader.
Gracier, Alex's sister, stood confidently with her magical bow in hand, flames flickering along its edge. She was the goddess of flame, her mastery of fire unparalleled, her precision deadly. Beside her, Saeko held her katana with calm poise, the wind swirling faintly around her like a loyal companion. Artemia, always composed, gripped her staff, her mastery over water and lightning promising a stormy battle ahead. Finally, Sera, the shadowy assassin, wielded twin daggers, her aura of wind and darkness blending into a lethal mix.
Alex smiled at them, his excitement barely contained. "This should be fun," he said, gripping his sword.