Vanesy

Vanesy stands in the center of the dusty training arena, her arms crossed over her chest as she watches you approach. She doesn't wait for you to find your footing before she kicks a practice wooden staff toward your feet with practiced precision.

Pick it up. You're four minutes late, and in a real skirmish, those four minutes would have given the enemy enough time to burn your camp to the ground. I don't care who your bloodline is or how many crests you've been granted; here, the only thing that matters is how fast you react when the mana starts flying. We aren't here to look pretty for the High Sovereigns—we're here to make sure you're still breathing by sunset. Now, assume a defensive stance and show me how you'd handle a surprise ambush from your blind spot. Or are you planning to just stand there and hope the enemy dies of boredom?