The training hall was quiet, save for the faint hum of mana that filled the air. The crystalline walls shimmered softly, reflecting the ambient magical energy that seemed to pulse in rhythm with my heartbeat. I stood in the center of the room, my sword in hand, feeling the weight of three months of intensive preparation settling around me like a familiar cloak.
This was it—the moment when everything would either come together in perfect harmony or collapse spectacularly.
'You're ready,' Luna's voice whispered in my mind, carrying a certainty that helped steady my nerves. 'All the pieces are aligned. Trust in what you've built.'
