Day One – Balance Under Pressure
Dawn was still yawning when the three stood in a vast stone courtyard, surrounded by broken pillars that seemed like remnants of a forgotten age.
Loki raised his hand and said:
— "Today… balance is the master of all. Mind and body… in a sudden test."
Before anyone could speak, the ground collapsed beneath their feet, and the courtyard transformed into a rotating labyrinth. Walls shifted, and the earth trembled.
Drayvis, dodging a rolling boulder, shouted:
— "Nice… this is just the beginning?"
Leo smiled as he leapt across a moving platform:
— "My uncle doesn't believe in gentle starts."
Then, atop a high spire, Drayvis stood with impressive balance. He shouted to Leo:
— "Follow the sound pulses… the movements follow a specific pattern!"
He said it while closing his eyes and focusing.
Leo paused for a moment, then leapt from one platform to another, until they both stood atop the spire, amidst the chaos.
Drayvis glanced at him and smiled:
— "You were brilliant… markless one."
Leo replied, catching his breath:
— "And you're… smarter than you look."
They both laughed, and from afar, Loki called:
— "Day one is over. Tomorrow… don't overthink, just act—together."
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Day Two – A Storm Without Sound
At dawn the next day, the two entered a long stone corridor. Cold water dripped from the ceiling, and a thick fog blanketed everything, obscuring their view.
Loki's booming voice echoed:
— "Today… your environment is your enemy. I won't say more."
The voice vanished. The storm began.
From the walls, sharp gusts of wind sliced through the air. From above, sticky droplets fell, blurring their vision.
Leo shouted:
— "Right side is open… but the ceiling will collapse in seconds!"
Drayvis responded quickly:
— "Then we move together—left first… then a double jump!"
They moved as one body, executing the plan.
Leaping, defending, deciding… all at once.
When they emerged from the corridor, covered in mud and scratches, Loki stood waiting, smiling:
— "That… was a worthy step to the moon."
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Day Three – Survival Beneath the Moon
They awoke in a barren land. No food. No water. No weapons.
Leo examined the rocks and muttered:
— "My uncle sent us into exile this time."
Drayvis approached:
— "He's testing our instincts… let's survive first, complain later."
Hours passed. The sun turned red. Then came the night.
Silently, three massive creatures attacked. Their fur was gray, and their fangs resembled carved ice horns.
Drayvis readied himself:
— "I don't recall being invited to dinner!"
Leo stepped forward:
— "No… we are dinner."
The battle began.
They used stones, vine ropes, and fire from a burning stick.
Leo distracted one of the beasts, while Drayvis flooded another with radiant light.
After a brutal fight… they triumphed.
They sat side by side, breathing heavily. Drayvis extended his hand:
— "We survived."
Leo shook it firmly:
— "Only together… do we endure."
From afar, Loki stood atop a high hill, gazing at the sky:
"Well done… children of the Aura."
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Day Four – Fire of Memory
That morning, Loki said:
— "Today… only the steadfast shall remain."
Drayvis stood first in an open arena, facing Loki.
The duel began.
Rapid strikes, glowing techniques, swift footwork.
Drayvis shouted, unleashing his energy:
— "Abyssal Gleam!"
Loki countered with a dazzling move:
— "Heart of the Storm!"
Drayvis was brilliant.
His movements calculated, his energy pure. One strike separated him from victory… but he hesitated, his foot slipping on the residue of his own light.
He dropped to one knee.
Loki said:
— "Confidence… does not mean haste."
The match was over.
Then… Leo stepped forward.
He stood before his uncle, eyes steady.
Loki said:
— "Are you ready, little beast?"
Leo grinned:
— "Let's see who trains who."
And the battle ignited.
A strike from Leo…
A dodge from Loki…
Then:
"Blazing Dragon!"
"Stone Eye!"
"Frost Rebound!"
The air trembled. The earth cracked.
Leo had transformed.
His calm turned to raw excitement.
His eyes… ablaze.
Loki, retreating, said:
— "You… remind me of those days… of your father, your mother."
Leo froze:
— "Who were they?!"
Loki struck him from the side, knocking him down:
— "Not the time for drifting thoughts."
They stood facing each other again.
Their energy drained.
Silence… a draw.
Loki, breathing slowly, said:
— "Your final step… was to the moon."