ZURI

“Zion of Moonshade,” I said. “And my attendant, Leon. Here to register as part of the new intake.”

The older guard on the left squinted down at me. His arms were folded, a lazy smirk tugging at the edge of his lips. “Moonshade, huh? Don’t think we’ve ever had one of you before.”

I kept my expression neutral. “There’s a first time for everything.”

He chuckled, waving me forward. “Alright then. Head on in. Assessment starts at ...