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"You all should proceed forward and enter its mouth," the instructor said calmly while patting his Daemon.
"Mother of foul language, what the heck did he say?!"
"Oh my goodness."
"What is this?!"
"I didn't take this test to be fed to a Daemon," different voices protested in disbelief and disapproval at the instructor's statement.
'I really did jinx myself... I really did,' I shook my head in self-defeat.
Gathered near a river bank, with the dense and vibrant forest behind it, stood Cain along with 500 or so students, 166 of them wearing outfits similar to his, and some familiar faces from his academy branch.
One of those faces belonged to the Arial girl.
All lined up as instructed.
