The silence that followed the Infernal Duel seemed to etch itself into the ancient stones of the arena and the hearts of all present. Zeyne remained motionless for several moments, still captivated by the echo of that inner trial. Every slow, deep breath reminded him of the power and mystery of that combat, where his visions had served as a guiding compass, leading him toward a newfound awareness.

  Sitting in a quiet corner of the guild hall, Zeyne closed his eyes, allowing the memories of the event to spread through his mind.

  “Each flash of vision reveals a fragment of truth, yet every time it leaves me with more questions. The Infernal Duel… it was an invitation to discover a part of myself still unexplored.”

  No words were exchanged; in that moment, silence spoke for him, laden with emotion and the renewed sense of destiny. The flickering light of a candle danced upon the ancient walls, as Zeyne lost himself in thought, fully aware that this duel was not merely a battle but the beginning of a profound transformation.

  In the days that followed, Zeyne’s transformation became palpable. Every morning, at the break of dawn, he made his way to the guild’s training field, where the quiet of early light was broken only by the rhythmic sound of footsteps on the ground and the whisper of the wind.

  Every swing of his sword and every evasive maneuver was executed with a precision that seemed sculpted by time itself. As his muscles flexed and sweat wetted his skin, Zeyne’s mind opened to a new dimension of understanding.

  “It’s not just the body that grows, but the mind as well. Every movement now carries meaning, and every breath is a meditation on my inner strength,” he reflected, watching as each moment on the field granted him a deeper awareness of his own power.

  A veteran, noticing his intense concentration, remarked in a calm voice:

  "True strength, my boy, arises from the harmony of body and mind."

  Zeyne simply nodded, deeply absorbed in the realization that every second of training was elevating him to a new level—not just physically, but also spiritually.

  The time available before the start of the Supreme Trial became a period of intense inner preparation. Zeyne spent hours in the guild’s library, poring over ancient manuscripts and strategy texts that recounted the legends of great warriors of old.

  “I must learn not only the techniques of combat, but also the secrets hidden behind each of my visions. Every page is a guide to transforming this gift into a constructive force,” he mused as he meticulously took notes on every detail.

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  The days passed slowly, marked by sessions of quiet meditation under the moonlight, silent training where each blow resonated like an echo of hidden truths, and long periods of solitude where time itself seemed to stretch. In those moments, the floating screen appeared once more, its cryptic symbols and brief phrases materializing on the edge of his mind.

  Among them, a message caught his eye, one he had already accepted:

  "Infernal Duel: reveal the true power that resides within you."

  But now that message was already part of his past—the focus now was on careful preparation, honing every technique and every thought.

  “I must become the master of myself, so that my power becomes an ally and not a burden,” he thought silently, each detail of his training imprinting itself as a precious lesson.

  The day set for the start of the Supreme Trial had finally arrived. The atmosphere in the guild was solemn and charged with anticipation; every corridor, every hall was filled with a meditative silence, as if time itself had slowed to allow each combatant to savor the expectancy.

  At the heart of the arena, an official announcement resounded in a deep, measured tone:

  "Adventurers, the Supreme Trial begins now. Prove that you are ready to overcome every obstacle and become the master of your destiny."

  The words were spoken with such solemnity that they spread slowly throughout the arena, as the remaining fighters lined up in formation. Zeyne, his eyes fixed and his heart brimming with determination, felt that this was the decisive moment—the transition from preparation to true challenge.

  Every detail of the surroundings was meticulously arranged: the soft lighting of the arena cast long, mysterious shadows, and the air vibrated with a tangible tension, as if every breath was a signal of the imminent battle.

  “This is the beginning of a new era,” Zeyne thought, as he watched the focused faces of his comrades and adversaries, feeling that every heartbeat was a step toward unveiling the truth of his power.

  As dusk slowly enveloped the arena and the Supreme Trial loomed, Zeyne found himself immersed in a silence rich with internal resonance. There was no trace of confusion—only the deep awareness of a path leading him ever closer to his truth.

  “Every duel, every vision, teaches me something. Now I must transform all that I have learned into strength and wisdom. Tomorrow, when the Supreme Trial begins, I will be ready to uncover my true power,” he meditated, allowing the stillness of the moment to envelop him completely.

  There were no superfluous words; Zeyne’s determination spoke for itself. With his face softly illuminated by the gentle light of dawn and his eyes fixed on the horizon, he closed his eyes for a moment, surrendering to the silence, aware that each moment of this new beginning would be etched into his destiny.

  Thus, with a heart full of hope and a mind honed by preparation, Zeyne prepared to cross the threshold of the Supreme Trial, ready to write a new chapter in his story—one duel at a time.