This is not training but survival

The morning mist clung to the rooftops as the sun slowly crept over the horizon. Twenty magi-tech carriages, each bearing the emblem of a shooting star, set off under the dull light from the Palace of Starfall. Their mana-steel wheels hummed with energy, propelling them at speeds comparable to modern cars from Earth. Soon, they left deep trails in the muddy roads leading toward the Ethereal Forest.

As the sparse surroundings gave way to dense foliage, the trees thickened, signaling their entrance into the forest tracks. The carriages came to a halt—beyond this point, they had to proceed on foot.

Bowen jumped down first, quickly followed by Mason, Xander, and Nicholas.

Mason was clad in leather armor, while Xander wore a waist-length light plate armor. Bowen, on the other hand, sported a knee-length jacket made from the pelt of a young Weyren, fastened at his hips with a sturdy belt.

A soft, hesitant voice then called from one of the carriages.