The music begins to play, a thrumming beat that echoes through the training bay. Each of your new slaves seems to know instinctively what to do, striking their assigned drums in time with the music. Bones is a whirlwind of motion, her pale limbs flashing as she switches between drums with practiced ease. Malia grunts with effort as she pounds on her drum, her muscles rippling beneath her tattered uniform.

Six is the least coordinated at first, but she slowly begins to find a rhythm, her small hands striking the drums with determination. As they play, faint tendrils of blue and yellow energy coalesce around their drumsticks, flowing upwards to form a shimmering aura around each of them. It's then that you realize they aren't just ordinary slaves... but rather, spirit warriors in the making.