Keldor stood before the participants with a stony expression, his gaze unwavering as he spoke, "The inheritance war is comprised of several trials." With a swift motion, he raised his hand, and a deep line etched itself onto the ground. The line stretched as far as the eye could see, reaching at least a mile in length. "Your first trial is to cross this line within three minutes. Those who succeed will advance to the next round, while those who fail will be disqualified. Now, let's begin!"
The crowd murmured, unimpressed with the simplicity of the task at hand.
"Is this some kind of joke?" one participant questioned.
"I thought the first trial would be more challenging," another said.
Evan scoffed at their ignorance.
"Numbskulls. The inheritance war is known for its cruelty. It can't be this easy. Keldor must have something up his sleeve," he thought to himself.
