The Martial Competition Begins

Lassim followed behind Sect Master Volten, who led him through the open archways of his residence's inner halls within the Sect's central building before arriving at a private dining chamber. The walls were marked with intricate inscriptions, faint traces of lightning energy woven into their design, but the space itself was simple—functional yet dignified, fitting for the man who resided here.

A long table had already been set, the aroma of freshly prepared dishes rising from polished plates. Fire-roasted beast meat that smelled delicious, some mana-rich vegetables that Lassim could see mana oozing out of with his spirit sense, and a variety of fruits that were a variety of colors and types he'd never seen before. Each part of the meal seemed designed not only for culinary taste but to enhance a Spirit Warrior's inner heart world.