Veil of Dusk A dystopian world

"Welcome to the Wolf Ritual," Shade began, his words heavy and powerful, like a pressing weight. "Anyone who wishes to become part of the White Wolves now has the chance to prove themselves. Courage, strength, intelligence, endurance, and iron will – all of these will be tested during this trial. You've had plenty of time to prepare. Now is the moment to demonstrate everything you've learned from your mentors."

"I can sense the resonance within you. Don't disappoint us." Shade paused briefly before continuing, his voice even more commanding: "May the resonance of your actions bring you clarity and fill you with the strength you need to succeed."

Shade seemed to have outlined the trials clearly enough. With a curt gesture, he turned and looked toward Echo. "Echo, you're up."

At that moment, she stepped forward – calm, yet with a presence that rivaled Shade's own.

A cold wind whistled through the desolate halls of the main room. The tension was palpable as Echo, the commander of the elite unit, stepped forward with a quiet smile. Her eyes glinted coldly, but her voice was warm as she spoke with a presence that seemed to fill the entire space.

"You are now at a turning point. This challenge will determine who among you has what it takes to stand among the best. In the coming hours, you will compete in four disciplines that will test your skills in combat, strategy, and knowledge. The first trial is one I've personally designed. So listen carefully – I won't repeat myself."

Echo took a deep breath before continuing: "Now, to the rules. Listen carefully:

Your task is to prove yourself in the trials. Show your strengths in combat, strategy, and knowledge. Only the best will succeed."