August, Blessed By The Wind.

In the war room, a sense of tension hung in the air, but Vanne's smile broke through the heaviness as August arrived on the scene, ready to face the Shadowfang Panther. Hidaer nodded his head intently, his eyes fixed on the unfolding drama, while Brenae released a faint sigh of relief.

There was something about the blonde-haired youth that instilled a deep sense of assurance and confidence within Brenae, a feeling he couldn't quite articulate. Yet, his rational self whispered that despite this assurance, the apprentices would still face insurmountable challenge in defeating the first-grade Shadowfang Panther.

"Perhaps we are expecting too much of them, Hidaer," Brenae said.