The air around the sacred spring was filled with palpable tension. The smell of damp earth and crushed herbs mixed with a mystical energy. Soft sunlight danced across the still surface of the water, illuminating the lotus flower floating at its center, its delicate petals trembling beneath Kaiser's raw aura.
"The Berserker Path? That's a cool name, and it sounds seriously badass!" Kaiser exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with excitement as a bold smile spread across his face.
Seyca crossed her arms and frowned, her sharp gaze fixed on her grandfather.
"Grandpa, how do you know it's the Berserker Path?"
Dezeil stood tall in his worn black tunic with golden embroidery along its edges. In his deep, rough voice, he replied, "The ritual site reacts differently to each Path. If the lotus flower blooms, catches fire, and causes ripples in the water, then it's the Berserker Path."
Kaiser clenched his fists and puffed out his chest.
