Elian walked through the forest, leaving fallen bodies in his wake. He didn't look back. They no longer posed a threat. His mind was calm, but something had shifted within him. There was no regret. No doubt.
A few minutes later, he came to a small river. A light mist hovered over the water, creating an illusion of peace. Elian bent down to wash his face, but when he looked into the reflection, his eyes narrowed.
He no longer recognized himself.
The eyes that once held life were now empty. The gaze was cold, indifferent. The face that used to express determination had now become a mask of absolute calm, bordering on madness.
"What am I becoming?" flashed through his mind, but the answer no longer mattered.
Suddenly, a rustling sound came from behind him. Elian slowly straightened, not turning around.
— "He's here..." came a whisper.
From the shadows of the trees emerged other participants of the trial. There were five of them, and fear was evident in their eyes. They had heard about what had happened. They had seen the remains of Jason's squad.
— "We don't want to fight," one of them said slowly. "But you... you're too dangerous."
Elian turned to face them, a barely noticeable smile tugging at his lips.
— "Dangerous?" he repeated. "It's you who are afraid, isn't it?"
They gripped their weapons tighter but didn't move.
— "If you want to live... surrender," another one said, trying to sound confident.
Elian took a step forward, and they immediately tensed.
— "Surrender?" His voice lowered, becoming even more unsettling. "Why would I do that?"
They didn't answer.
Elian slowly raised his hand, and a familiar flame ignited in his eyes.
— "You had your chance…"
The air around him thickened. Dark energy swirled, and in
the next moment, the battle began…