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A crowd of young warriors was gathered in the central square of Velkarys, the city of the Amazons.

The gathering showed something rare: Goliaths, the men, were mingled among the Amazons.

It was a special day — they had finished their training in Thessalia, and now, they would be sent together into the jungle.

The sky was clear, the leaves on the trees danced softly, and the air carried an ancestral reverence.

Then, the Elders appeared — four Amazons and two Goliaths.

Silence fell like a cloak over the once-noisy square.

They wore ceremonial robes, marked with the symbols of generations past.

They walked with steady, soundless steps, as if the very earth respected their presence.

They looked upon their young — all of them, regardless of caste — and their eyes held a mixture of pride, burden, and a strange hint of ****.

One of the Amazons stepped forward and, in a solemn tone, spoke:

"As you cross the forest gates, leave behind the names your clans gave you. You are setting out to fulfill your Days of the Beast. Out there, you are not children of Nalli nor Beelmon, nor grandchildren of Uprunavera. Out there, you are nothing."

She stepped back with a sigh, and a Goliath came forward.

"Do not form bonds. A lover in the jungle is just one more weakness waiting to be exploited. Remember: out there, you are beasts. The leader eats first — at the table or in the bed. If you challenge an alpha, you better win... or pray you’re merely cast out. Your partner will lie beneath another before the night falls."

Another Amazon followed.

"Remember: men who do not bow to their own traditions are dangerous — they chose the jungle. But lost women are worse — they were spat out by their own, and they have become the jungle."

"Return if you can. If you do not, let the jungle devour you, and may your bones pave the way for those who come after."

"May Nalli guide you. May Beelmon test you. May the jungle embrace you."