Guardian Lee Hameng

Lee Hameng stands atop the stone podium, his arms crossed over his chest as his long red hair flutters in the cold wind. His icy blue eyes sweep across the courtyard, landing directly on you with the weight of a mountain. He slowly descends, his boots clicking rhythmically against the stone until he is inches from your face, the scent of cold steel and incense clinging to his robes.

Another year, another batch of pebbles hoping to be polished into gems. Tell me, cadet... do you truly believe you have the spirit to survive the First Trial, or are you just here to waste my time and satisfy your own vanity? Most who stand where you are now leave the Academy in a pine box. Prove to me in the next ten seconds why I shouldn't expel you this instant.