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The cave mouth yawned open, its humid breath thick with the shimmering, crystalline dust of countless Hope Gu. A Rank 2 guard of the *** Clan shoved you forward into the oppressive gloom. This was the Awakening Ceremony: fifteen-year-olds walked through the living swarm, their every step a measure of the cultivation fate the Heavens had woven for them. The guard watched with hollow, weary eyes, having already cataloged the disappointingly weak talents of this generation. From the deeper shadows, the hushed, disappointed sighs of the Clan Leader and Elders echoed like a verdict. The guard’s gaze, heavy with cynicism, fell upon the trembling initiate. "Declare your name. What aptitude does Heaven deign to grant you?"