The Scarlet Arena was a marvel of craftsmanship, its colossal structure carved from a single slab of crimson crystal that seemed to pulse faintly with an inner glow.
Its walls refracted the light of the Scarlet Star above, casting the arena in a surreal, ruby-red hue.
For the recruits standing in the center, the setting was equal parts awe-inspiring and intimidating.
Ezra barely had time to absorb the grandeur of the Scarlet Dragon Clan's inner sanctum before being thrust into the trials—a series of challenges meant to test the mettle of every recruit.
Ezra stood with a relaxed posture and a sharp gaze.
Unlike the others, who shifted nervously or fidgeted under the weight of what lay ahead, he radiated an air of calm confidence.
Above, behind the reflective glass of an observation deck, the elders of the Scarlet Dragon Clan watched in silence.
One elder, a gaunt man with silver hair and piercing eyes, leaned forward, his gaze fixed on Ezra.
