"The Gathering of Domains is not a mere spectacle to entertain. It is a test of survival. It is the filter that separates the talented from the mediocre, and the strong from the weak. And the first phase will begin now."
A murmur spread through the crowd. Disciples from all domains straightened up, hearts racing.
Suddenly, the great central tree trembled. Its leaves, thousands, tens of thousands, detached from the branches at the same time. They did not fall like ordinary leaves. They flew. Like a living army of shining emeralds, the leaves spun through the air at astonishing speed, cutting through space like green blades.
Kyrian felt the movement. His eyes narrowed slightly. A leaf flew directly toward him, fast as an arrow shot from a spiritual bow. He raised his hand with precision and caught it midair. The leaf was fresh, vibrant, pulsing with an ancient vital energy. At its center, a small golden rune glowed softly, as if it were alive.
