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WSA 2025 ENTRY

In the Grand Land of Baltalaha, the Awakening Ceremony is the most anticipated event of the year, where 15-year-olds from across the kingdoms discover their innate powers. Morvane, an orphan raised by a healer grandmother, eagerly joins the celebration with his best friends, Luna and Esmael, each dreaming of the abilities that will shape their destinies.

As rulers from the six kingdoms display their awe-inspiring powers, the arena buzzes with excitement and wonder. One by one, children receive marks signifying their newfound abilities, the crowd erupting in cheers with each display of elemental magic, healing, and unique gifts.

However, when it’s Morvane’s turn, silence falls over the arena. No mark appears on his shoulder. Confusion ripples through the crowd, and Morvane’s heart sinks. In a moment meant to define his future, he faces an unimaginable question: What does it mean to have no power in a world where everyone else awakens?

Unbeknownst to all, Morvane’s fate is tied to a mystery that could reshape the balance of Baltalaha forever.

SPIRITBINDER: The Boy Without A Mark

Medas groaned as his eyes fluttered open. The soft glow of sunlight filtered through the curtains of his room, illuminating the familiar surroundings. His body ached with every breath, the aftermath of the battle weighing heavily on him. He tried to sit up but winced as pain coursed through his muscles.

As his vision cleared, he spotted a figure seated at the edge of the room, waiting silently. Crimson.

"You…" Medas rasped, his voice hoarse. His eyes narrowed. "Why did you intervene?"

Crimson remained seated, his expression calm and composed. "Because someone had to," he said evenly.

"You shouldn't have," Medas snapped, his voice gaining strength despite the weariness in his body. "That fight wasn't your place to interrupt."

"Calm down," Crimson said firmly, holding up a hand. "You've pushed yourself to the brink, Medas. If I hadn't intervened, you and Drevon would've torn each other—and everything around you—to pieces."

An Order is an Order