Weapons of all kinds lined the racks, their edges gleaming faintly. In the center of the room, Ragnar and Trevor stood side by side, their contrasting presences commanding attention.
Ragnar's massive frame and golden eyes radiated raw power, while Trevor's lithe figure and crimson gaze exuded a calculated intensity.
Elena and Liam stood across from them, their expressions a mixture of apprehension and determination.
"This won't be easy," Ragnar began, his gravelly voice echoing through the chamber. "You'll be pushed to your limits and beyond. If you break, you fail. If you hesitate, you die. Do you understand?"
Liam crossed his arms, his golden eyes narrowing. "We don't have a choice, do we?"
"No," Trevor said with a faint smirk. "But you'll thank us later."
Elena rolled her shoulders, her grip tightening on the silver-tipped dagger in her hand. "Let's just get this over with."