the Arena

The morning sun filtered softly through the towering trees surrounding the sect grounds as I made my way toward the arena. The air was crisp, carrying the distant sounds of training—clashing swords, heavy breaths, and the low growls of beasts kept in cages nearby.

New disciples gathered from all corners, their faces a blend of excitement, fear, and determination. The chatter buzzed with speculation about what awaited us—rumors of harsh trials, impossible tasks, and the rare chance to prove oneself in the eyes of the elders.

I took a deep breath and stepped into the arena, its vast stone walls rising high, enclosing a battlefield that had seen countless struggles over the years. The ground beneath my feet was uneven, littered with dirt and small stones worn smooth by the footsteps of past challengers.

Around me, others found their places, stretching, pacing nervously, or whispering prayers. A few veterans watched from the sidelines, their faces unreadable as they observed the fresh faces before them.

As the sun climbed, the elders arrived, their presence commanding immediate silence. Their dark robes billowed in the light breeze, eyes sharp and assessing every disciple.

One elder stepped forward, his voice echoing clearly. "Disciples of the Iron Wind Pavilion, your first trial will not pit you against one another."

The crowd shifted, a ripple of relief and tension mingling in the air.

"Instead, you will face the wild beasts that roam the outskirts of our sect grounds. Each of you will be matched against a creature suited to test your current strength."

A murmur spread, some faces tightening with worry, others setting with resolve.

He raised his hand, silencing us. "Those who defeat their beast shall earn a reward—a Body Refining Pill of the lowest grade. It will aid your path of cultivation, strengthening your flesh and bone."

I felt a spark of hope. Even a small step forward was precious.

The elder's gaze swept over us. "Prepare yourselves. The trial begins tomorrow at dawn. Be ready to fight for your place here."

As the elders withdrew, the disciples buzzed with nervous energy, voices rising in speculation and determination. I stood silent, feeling the weight of what lay ahead.