The trio made their way back to the academy grounds, the sun now dipping lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the field. Students were gathering again, the area now arranged for the meditation competition. Soft mats were laid in perfect alignment, each spot carefully measured to ensure fairness. Gentle wind chimes hung from posts, their soft tones meant to guide concentration rather than distract.
Master Feng stepped forward, his hands folded behind his back, the sheer weight of his presence immediately drawing attention. "Meditation is a test of clarity, patience, and internal strength," he began. "You will be seated in isolation. Your ability to maintain focus, to center your mind, and to regulate your inner energy will be judged by the principals and recorded by the Orb of Accord."
