The morning of the final trials dawned crisp and clear. Tyson stood with the other recruits, his heart pounding as Captain Aelar addressed them. "Today, you will face the Trials of the Immortal. These trials are designed to test every aspect of your being. Only those who complete them will earn a place in the Immortal Army."

The first trial was a test of endurance. The recruits were required to run a grueling marathon through the mountainous terrain surrounding Ultima. The path was treacherous, with steep inclines and rocky outcrops. Tyson set a steady pace, his mind focused on the goal. He could feel the strain in his muscles, but he pushed through, drawing on the strength he had built over weeks of training. The thought of holding his daughter for the first time kept him moving forward.

As he crossed the finish line, sweat pouring down his face, Tyson was among the first to complete the marathon. Captain Aelar nodded in approval. "Well done, Tyson. You've proven your endurance. But the trials are far from over."

Next was the test of strength. The recruits were tasked with lifting massive boulders and carrying them across the courtyard. Tyson's muscles burned with the effort, but he gritted his teeth and pushed on. He could feel the eyes of his fellow recruits on him, and he refused to falter. One by one, he hoisted the boulders, his body straining under the weight, until he had completed the task.

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Captain Aelar's expression was unreadable as he marked Tyson's progress. "You're doing well. Now, let's see how you fare in combat."

The final trial was a series of combat challenges. Tyson faced off against skilled warriors, each one more formidable than the last. His training had honed his skills, and he fought with precision and determination. He anticipated his opponents' moves, countering with swift, decisive strikes. The clashing of swords and the grunts of exertion filled the air as Tyson fought his way through the challenges.

In the final combat round, Tyson faced Captain Aelar himself. The captain was a formidable opponent, his movements fluid and powerful. Tyson knew this was the ultimate test. He focused all his energy, channeling his training and experience. The fight was intense, a blur of steel and sweat, but Tyson held his ground, matching Aelar blow for blow.

Finally, with a swift, calculated move, Tyson disarmed Captain Aelar, his sword clattering to the ground. Breathing heavily, Tyson stood his ground, awaiting the captain's judgment.

Aelar picked up his sword, a rare smile breaking across his stern features. "You've done well, Tyson. You've proven your strength, endurance, and skill. Welcome to the Immortal Army."

The other recruits erupted in cheers, and Tyson felt a surge of pride. He had done it. He had proven himself worthy of the Immortal Army. As he stood there, surrounded by his new comrades, he knew that this was just the beginning of his journey. The path ahead would be filled with challenges, but Tyson was ready to face them head-on, with the strength and determination that had brought him this far.

With his place in the Immortal Army secured, Tyson looked towards the future, ready to protect the realm and uphold the legacy of the Immortals. He knew that Lila and their unborn daughter were counting on him, and he would not let them down.