To become Yiska, one did not need to be the strongest or the biggest. It was not a title passed down through blood, nor claimed through brute force. To be Yiska was to embody more than strength, it was to possess balance.
They had to be steady in the face of fear, grounded in chaos, and clear of heart even when the mind was clouded.
They had to be disciplined, but not cold. Fierce, but not cruel.
Above all, they had to choose the island—not themselves.
The trials were designed to strip everything away: pride, doubt, fear, ego—until only the core remained. And if that core was worthy, the island would know.
