(Training Arc Started)
The next morning, at the stroke of eight, Eeron's doorbell echoed through the silence. Standing at the threshold was a towering figure, a man nearly seven feet tall who radiated a demonic presence. Eeron, caught between sleep and shock, rubbed his eyes repeatedly, unable to believe his sight. But as his vision cleared, the reality remained unchanged: Mr. Saksham Iyer, the formidable Team Head, Krtva's father, and the man who held their fates in his hands, was actually there.
"Dad, is this really necessary right now?" Kritva asked, her voice tinged with a mix of resignation and concern. Iyer's response was sharp and final: "Is it not?" A brief, silent beat followed before Krtva simply muttered, "Okay." Without a moment's warning, Iyer struck each member of the team with a single, precise chop. In an instant, their dormant Instincts flared violently to the surface, only for him to snap his fingers and vanish them into thin air. A collective cry of confusion and panic erupted from the group: "What on earth did you just do!?"
"Now that this team has expanded, the responsibility of your growth lies solely with me," Iyer declared, his voice booming with authority. "I have no room for weaklings in my squad. You have exactly fifteen days. Each of you possesses your own power, and while the Divinities will remain unharmed, I intend to put you three Instinct-holders through the same grueling hell I put Krtva through." He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "And don't think this will be easy. Eeron, your destiny awaits at the heights of Mount Fuji. Siston, you are headed for the unforgiving Sahara Desert. And Dys... your trial begins in the frozen, dense wilderness of the Mountains of Iceland."