The forest was alive with the energy of the students as they scattered in all directions, rushing to claim the best spots to establish their camps. The eastern forest, thick with trees and teeming with life, offered plenty of hiding places and tactical advantages, but it also held dangers that would test the students' mettle.
Draven led his team through the undergrowth, his sharp eyes scanning for potential sites. The team moved quickly but with purpose: Princess Elara, her golden hair glinting in the patches of sunlight filtering through the trees; Roselyn, the alchemy and magic engineering prodigy, carrying a satchel filled with her tools and reagents; and Greg, the bespectacled, somewhat awkward strategist who clutched a map of the area like his life depended on it.
"Here!" Greg suddenly exclaimed, pointing to a clearing ahead. "This spot is ideal!"
