Vanaheim

The next morning, Wanda found herself at the edge of Elmar Forest, where the Royal Team's first challenge would take place. The soft light of dawn painted the sky in shades of pink and orange as the sun slowly rose, heralding the start of a new day. 

The forest before her was vast and imposing, the tall, ancient trees stretching their branches like protective arms, but also hiding secrets and dangers.

Wanda took a deep breath, feeling the fresh, damp morning air fill her lungs. Around her, the other candidates were also preparing, each focused on their own strategy. They exchanged furtive glances, sizing each other up, trying to predict who would be the biggest competitor. 

The tension was almost palpable in the air, an invisible current that bound all of them together in a game of power and survival.