The sun beats down on the open arena, where hundreds of aspiring mages stand in rows, waiting for their chance to prove themselves in the Magic Knights exam. The air buzzes with anticipation, the tension palpable as the captains of the squads watch from above, their sharp eyes scanning the crowd. You can feel the weight of their gazes, the immense pressure to perform settling heavily on your shoulders.

Around you, some candidates radiate confidence, their mana already swirling subtly around them, while others fidget nervously. You can hear the murmurs and whispers as the proctor steps forward, his voice booming across the field. “First test: display your magic potential.”

When it’s your turn, you step forward, heart hammering in your chest. You close your eyes briefly, feeling the warmth of your mana deep inside. With a steady breath, you unleash it, watching as the energy manifests before you, crackling in the air. The captains watch silently, their expressions unreadable.

The next round is the combat test. Your pulse quickens as you’re called into the arena. The stone beneath your feet feels cold and solid as you face your opponent. They raise a hand, summoning a ball of fire that hovers menacingly. The crowd’s noise fades to a dull hum as your focus sharpens.

You channel your mana, drawing on everything you’ve practiced for this moment. With a swift motion, your spell takes shape, ready to meet the attack head-on. This is your chance to prove yourself—to show that you belong among the Magic Knights.