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Day 1 — 05:30

Three days after Lucien approved the survival selection, thirty-eight knights reported to the eastern training grounds before sunrise.

Most arrived expecting an appointment. Several other appeared to expect an honor.

Six brought attendants. Three came on warhorses. One arrived beneath a house banner large enough to identify him from several kilometres away.

Malen stood beside the gate with Cedric and watched them assemble. Lucien joined them a moment later and looked toward the banner.

"The summons prohibited that."

"Yes," Malen said.

"Did he misunderstand?"

"No."

The knight carrying it noticed them and straightened proudly. Malen turned to a waiting sergeant.

"Remove it."

The sergeant approached. "Your banner, sir."

The knight frowned. "It bears my family crest."

"That appears to be why it must go."

The banner disappeared into the equipment shed. The attendants followed. The horses were taken to the stable, and personal weapons, polished armor, private provisions, spare clothing, magical tools, and anything else not listed in the summons were collected and tagged. One knight objected when the quartermaster lifted an engraved dining set from his pack.

"These are practical."

The quartermaster examined the silver spoon. "For fighting?"

"For maintaining standards."

The spoon went into the storage crate. "Your standards will be returned later."

The knight looked toward Malen. Malen was already watching him. The objection ended.

By six, thirty-eight candidates stood in plain training clothes with their titles, crests, and household comforts stacked behind a locked door.

Lucien faced them. "You have been selected for a survival assessment."

That was all he told them. No mention of Knight Commandos. No explanation of special operations or future armor or why these particular men had been chosen over others.

A broad knight near the front raised his hand. "What position is this assessment for?"

"Survive it," Lucien said, "and you may be told."

The answer moved through the ranks with visible dissatisfaction.

Malen stepped forward. "You will be divided into seven teams. Team numbers are your only designations during the assessment."

Cedric read the assignments — six candidates in the first three teams, five in the remaining four. The groupings mixed backgrounds deliberately. Nobles beside common-born knights. Border veterans placed with court-trained fighters. A mana-awakened engineer alongside cavalrymen who had never carried their own repair tools.

Several candidates tried to exchange positions. Malen rejected every request.

"You will not choose who stands beside you during a disaster."

One knight replied, "We would normally operate with people whose abilities we know."

"Then learn quickly."

Quartermasters issued the equipment.

Each candidate received the new all-climate field uniform — no unit markings, no personal decoration, the same standard issue across all thirty-eight men regardless of rank or house. Field layer, cold liner, waterproof shell, boots, gloves, helmet, harness, plain terrain cover.

The remaining kit was minimal: a field knife, water container, length of rope, fire-starting kit, weather sheet, blanket, compact medical pouch, metal cooking container, compass, limited emergency rations, and one incomplete map per team.

The map showed a starting area, several major terrain features, and one marked destination. Nothing else — no distance, no safe route, no settlements, no warning about what lived in the ground between here and there.

One of the older knights turned the ration packet over in his hands. "This cannot last ten days."

The quartermaster nodded. "Correct."

The man waited. No further explanation came.

Lucas watched the issue from beneath a canvas shelter, one ledger open across his knee. For once, he appeared almost satisfied. "This may be the least expensive military programme you have created."

Lucien glanced toward him. "The observation teams, transport, rescue units, hidden supply bases, and medical detachments have already been funded."

Lucas opened a second ledger. "I knew the first one felt light."

The candidates changed into their field uniforms. Standard sizing offended several nobles more than the loss of their banners had. Tailors adjusted straps and cuffs but refused every request for embellishment.

One knight asked for his family emblem on the shoulder.

The tailor shook her head. "It compromises camouflage."

"It is a small crest."

"It is silver and crimson."

A scout instructor glanced over without stopping his work. "Excellent colors for attracting anything with eyes."

The crest remained in storage.

Day 1 — 06:45

Seven covered transport wagons waited beyond the eastern gate, their windows sealed, their drivers under orders not to answer questions.

The candidates assembled by team. Only then did Malen reveal the objective.

"Each team will be transported to an undisclosed location. Once released, you will open your map and proceed to the marked point."

A knight from Team Four raised his hand. "How far?"

"You will determine that."

"What terrain?"

"You will see it."

"How much time do we have?"

Malen paused. "Ten days."

Several candidates relaxed. Malen continued.

"Ten days is the expected maximum for a competent team."

The relief became something more careful.

"If you arrive earlier, you wait at the marked point. If you have not arrived by the tenth day, you continue." He let that settle. "Until you reach the destination or withdraw."

The quartermaster brought forward seven metal tubes, each wrapped in red cloth and sealed against water. Malen handed one to every team.

"This is your rescue flare. Firing it summons the nearest recovery unit." He looked across the formation. "It may be used for severe injury, starvation, disorientation, beast attack, or any condition your team believes it cannot survive."

A younger knight from Team Two asked, "What happens after recovery?"

"You live."

"And the assessment?"

"Every member of the team is immediately disqualified."

The field went quiet.

One flare could save everyone. It could also end the trial for everyone. A candidate glanced sideways at the unfamiliar men in his assigned team. The weight of that rule settled differently once it was attached to strangers.

Malen continued. "You are not being tested on whether you know how to die. Fire the flare if survival is no longer reasonably possible."

"Then why disqualify the entire team?" a noble knight asked. "If one man is injured, the rest should not be penalized."

"Because the entire team failed to remain operational."

"What if only one man is injured?"

"Then decide whether you can carry him."

The knight did not look satisfied. Malen did not appear concerned.

Cedric stepped forward. "You may use mana." Several candidates relaxed. "Every use reduces your reserves," he continued, "and may attract beasts capable of sensing magical activity."

That produced a different silence than the one before it.

"You may hunt. You may also gather food and water,defend yourselves. But under any circumstances you may not threaten civilians, steal from settlements, or use noble rank to demand assistance."

One knight frowned. "If a settlement lies along the route, refusing help would be artificial."

Cedric looked at him evenly. "The environment is real. Your choice remains yours."

Lucien addressed them last, and briefly.

"The objective is simple. Reach the marked point alive and with your team capable of continuing." He looked across all seven groups. "Arriving alone is failure. Losing essential equipment through negligence is failure. Reaching the destination after abandoning an injured candidate is failure."

Then he continued.

"You have strength. That is why you were selected. What we are measuring begins after strength stops being convenient."

A candidate from Team Seven raised his hand. "Why were we selected?"

"Survive long enough," Lucien said, "and you may learn."

Day 1 — 07:10

The teams boarded their transports in staggered intervals, five minutes between each. Several wagons would change direction or transfer passengers before reaching the actual trial zones. The candidates would not know whether they had travelled north, east,west or south until the doors opened.

Lucas watched the third wagon leave. "They still believe this leads to a military appointment."

"It does," Lucien said.

"Assuming they survive."

"That is part of the appointment."

Lucas closed one ledger and opened the other. "Your recruitment process has become geographically hostile."

Malen ignored him.

The final wagon carried Team Seven. Before climbing inside, one candidate turned back.

"What exactly are we expected to survive?"

Malen looked toward the sealed wagon door. "The place you are taken."

The knight waited.

Malen offered nothing else.

The door closed.

Day 1 — 12:40

Team One

The wagon door opened onto cold wind.

Team One stepped onto a narrow mountain shelf bordered by dark stone and old snow. The transport officer set their equipment on the ground and said nothing. The team leader — chosen during the journey after twenty minutes of argument — opened the map.

The marked destination lay beyond two ridgelines and a frozen valley.

"How far?" one knight asked.

The leader studied the scale. "Perhaps eighty kilometers."

"Perhaps?"

"The map is incomplete."

The transport officer climbed back into the wagon. A knight caught the door.

"How long should the route take?"

The officer glanced past him toward the mountain. "That depends on whether the land permits you to remain foolish."

The door closed. The wagon departed.

Within minutes, snow began to fall. Team One checked the rescue flare, wrapped it again, and moved toward the first ridge.

Day 1 — 13:15

Team Two

Dense forest surrounded Team Two when their transport left — air wet enough to cling to the skin, broad leaves blocking most of the sky, ground shifting between roots, mud, and standing water. Their map showed a destination beyond a river system with no marked crossing.

One candidate extended his mana to sense the safest path forward. The forest answered with dozens of moving signatures at once. He stopped.

"What is it?" another asked.

"Animals."

"How many?"

"I cannot tell."

Something large moved between the trees and vanished.

Team Two began walking.

Day 1 — 14:05

Team Three

Team Three stood at the edge of a marsh, their destination on the opposite side. The shortest route crossed black water and reed fields. The longer route followed higher ground but added days they weren’t certain they had.

A court-trained knight pointed toward the direct path. "We cross."

The border veteran beside him watched bubbles rise near the reeds without answering immediately.

"No."

"You are afraid of water?"

"I am respectful of whatever is breathing beneath it."

A scaled back broke the surface and disappeared without hurry.

The team silently chose the longer route. For the moment.

Day 1 — 15:20

Team Four

The dry badlands offered no shade and no shelter from a sky without clouds. Team Four opened its map and found the marked point beyond a chain of rocky ravines. Each candidate carried two full water containers.

One knight drank deeply before they began moving. The engineer beside him watched but said nothing until the container was lowered.

"You may want that later."

"I know my body."

"The land does not."

Their first argument started before the transport had disappeared from sight.

Day 1 — 16:10

Team Five

Team Five arrived in broken highland terrain where steep slopes rose and fell without pattern or clear path. Wind struck hard enough to affect balance on exposed sections. The destination lay beyond a plateau visible in the distance — close enough to seem reachable, far enough that no one said so.

One candidate suggested using mana for enhanced speed to cover the distance before night.

Another looked at the unstable rock beneath their feet. "Fast is useful only when the ground agrees."

They began walking carefully.

Day 1 — 17:00

Team Six

The air carried a faint metallic taste. The compass needle trembled.

The terrain looked ordinary at first — sparse trees, low hills, exposed stone. Then one knight extended his mana to take a bearing and found the current pulling in three directions simultaneously.

"Magically disturbed," the engineer said, as though naming it made it less troubling.

The team opened its map. The marked point lay beyond the strongest distortion.

No one said anything about the rescue flare. No one needed to. It was sitting in the team leader’s pack, and everyone knew where.

Day 1 — 18:25

Team Seven

Team Seven’s route began inside a forested ravine, a shallow stream running beside the path their transport had left them at. The map showed the destination somewhere beyond a line of steep wooded hills. They made reasonable progress before the light failed.

The team selected a raised campsite away from the water, set watches, and kept the fire small.

At 22:10, the first watch heard movement in the trees. Not one animal — several, moving without urgency through the dark.

He woke the team without shouting. They formed a low defensive circle while the sounds spread around them, and eyes caught faintly in the treeline, low and steady.

A pack predator stepped into view — lean, long-limbed, its hide dark beneath the forest shadows. A second appeared behind it. Then a third, working outward along the perimeter.

One knight’s hand moved toward his sword gathering mana. The team leader caught his wrist.

"Not yet."

"They are hunting us."

"And a full draw may invite everything else in this valley."

The beasts continued spreading. The team tightened its formation. The rescue flare stayed inside the leader’s pack, and no one looked toward it — simply because looking would have meant something none of them were ready to admit.

The sounds continued.

The circle held.

Far above the ravine, hidden observers recorded the time.

Day 1 — 22:14

Team Seven

First hostile contact

The survival selection had begun.

Knight Candidate Assessment — Updated (Classified)

Candidates deployed: 38

Active teams: 7

Rescue flares available: 7

Teams disqualified: 0

Elapsed time: 16 hours, 44 minutes

*Ninety-Day Review: 57 days remaining.*

*Arsenal Before the Breach: 2 years, 332 days remaining.*