The Ardent Wastes were as unforgiving as the legends claimed. The sun beat down relentlessly, and the air shimmered with heat. The desert seemed endless, its dunes stretching to the horizon.

Damien led the way, Ebonfang strapped to his back. Cassian scouted ahead, his sharp eyes scanning for any signs of danger. Lyra and Roland walked beside him, their movements steady despite the harsh conditions.

“Remind me why ancient orders always hide in the worst places,” Roland muttered, wiping sweat from his brow.

Lyra smirked. “Keeps the unworthy out.”

Cassian returned from his scouting, pointing toward a jagged outcrop in the distance. “There’s something there. Looks like ruins.”

The team pressed on, reaching the base of the outcrop by nightfall. As the moon rose, its light revealed ancient stone pillars and carved symbols.

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“This is it,” Damien said, tracing the symbols with his fingers. “The language of the Shattered Star.”

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THE TRIALS OF THE STAR

The ruins were more than they appeared. As the team explored, they found a hidden entrance leading to an underground chamber. The air grew cooler, and the walls were lined with intricate carvings depicting battles against monstrous entities.

At the center of the chamber stood a pedestal, holding a shattered crystal. The moment Damien approached, the crystal flared to life, projecting a figure cloaked in shimmering light.

“Who seeks the wisdom of the Shattered Star?” the figure asked, its voice echoing.

Damien stepped forward. “I am Damien Ashenblade, Bladebearer of Valdris. We seek knowledge of the forces beyond the Rifts.”

The figure nodded. “Then you must prove your worth. The Trials of the Star will test your strength, your resolve, and your unity. Only those who pass may bear our legacy.”

Without hesitation, the team agreed. The chamber shifted, and the trials began.