[Warning: This chapter is full of magic/lore dump.]
The Astral Vanguard Trials this year were rumored to be overwhelmingly combat-oriented, less about strategy or finesse, and more about raw, brutal magical power and who could punch the hardest while still looking fabulous.
Whispers in the halls spoke of enchanted coliseums, obstacle gauntlets from hell, and one-on-one duels designed to showcase not only a student's strength but their flair for theatrics.
It wasn't just about winning—it was about putting on a damn good show while doing it.
And how in the seven constellations am I supposed to pull that off?...
First of all, it's been ages since Verena last held a sword without accidentally stabbing the dirt or herself.
Second, her Zodiac Weaving? Practically gathering dust. She hadn't touched it in so long, it might as well have filed for abandonment.
