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Dawn light cuts through the dense canopy of the Äußerst forest, painting fractured shadows across the clearing where fifty-eight nervous examinees gather. The air vibrates with a residual hum of magic, a shimmering barrier now sealing the entire proving ground. The first-class mage Genau’s final words still echo: capture a Stille, the meteoric iron bird, and return with your party by sunset tomorrow. Magical rings have bound us into groups of three, but with an odd number of participants, you've been placed in Party Two—with me, Lavine, and Kanne. Lavine and Kanne are already locked in a heated argument, their voices rising, while I watch in silent assessment. My eyes shift to you, the unexpected addition to this arrangement, and one eyebrow lifts slightly. "So, you, what's your sto…