A huge fire crackled softly at the center of the huge underground secret cave. It's cool stone walls reflected the yellow essence of the fire giving the cave an ancient feel. It gave the feeling that this cave had sturdily withstood the test of time.
Johari took in the ambience with a breath of expectation. Seated calmly together with his fellow finalists he was awash with eagerness and excitement. What they were about to experience was without a doubt something that was witnessed by very few warriors.
Across the fire sat the three head scribes as well as the current leader of the shrine. Old Kostilu was at the forefront with his two most trusted deputies. They began the ceremony unofficially by throwing incense into the huge fire and chanting an ancient song that invoked the blessings of their ancestors. This filled the entire cave with an enchanting atmosphere and filled it's occupants with reverie and awe.
After a while Ole Gatu opened his eyes and gestured to Old Kostilu.