THE FOURTH TRIAL CONTINENT.
"Set up camp, everyone. At sunrise, we will begin the fourth trial challenge," Sung commanded with a steady voice, his eyes fixed intently on the fiery field ahead. His hands remained clasped firmly behind his back as he drew in soft volumes of the cool night air, savoring the brief moment of calm.
"Elder Sung." Woo’s footsteps approached steadily from Sung’s right, his robe fluttering gently in the evening breeze as he paid his respects with a deep bow.
"What do you want, Woo?" Sung didn’t bother turning to look at him—his focus remained locked unwaveringly on the massive, imposing silhouette of the fourth trial hall in the distance.
"Your tent has been prepared, Elder," Woo reported respectfully. "And your food is ready for you."
Sung nodded once in ackno
