The following day, as the first rays of dawn light filtered through the branches and leaves onto the ground, a group of boys and girls had already gathered at the mouth of the valley.
"Alright, kids, quiet down."
A rugged-looking middle-aged man stood in front of everyone, waving his fist: "This trial is very important for you all, and if you pass, you will officially become Druids, the most loyal guards of the Forest Goddess.
Many of you have probably already decided which Demon Beast you want to transform into, but when in battle, you must also judge your own strength. If you are no match for a Demon Beast, it would be better to use your brains more. Besides directly fighting the Demon Beast, there are other means you can employ.
Of course, if you really can't kill the Demon Beast you desire and collect its Demon Core, I advise you to give up and choose a weaker Demon Beast instead, lest you end up sacrificing your own life."
