Morning broke over the castle's high walls, painting the stone in golden light. After a proper breakfast, the children gathered once more in the vast training grounds. Today was different. Anticipation crackled in the air like a brewing storm, for today was the day they would claim their celestial guardian weapons. Today, they would choose their instruments of war.
Leor stood before them, arms crossed, his blue eyes surveying the eager faces before him. "Your power alone will not enough," he began, his voice firm but measured. "Without a weapon, your power is unfocused. Wild. But a weapon is not just steel or wood—it is an extension of who you are. Today, you will find the blade, the spear, the bow, or the axe that speaks to you."