✦ Trial Grounds: Forest Core - Late Afternoon ✦
The miasma crept closer.
A dark haze snaked through the underbrush behind Cassian as he emerged from a wall of dense vines. His dual blades glinted in the dimming light—polished, razor-sharp, and stained with the faintest smear of dried sap and blood.
Cassian exhaled deeply. He wasn't winded. Not even close. His black scarf fluttered behind him, caught in a lazy breeze as he gazed across the small clearing ahead.
There were three of them.
A tall boy in spiked armor with a spiked club slung over his shoulder—brawler class.
A wiry girl with jet-black braids and curved daggers—probably a rogue or assassin type.
And a third, lanky one, holding a beast staff with a three-eyed vulture perched atop. Beast tamer. Probably the team's scout.
Cassian rolled his neck. "Didn't expect company."
The rogue girl scoffed. "Didn't expect a loner to make it this far."
