It was the fifth day of the academy examination.
The empty, serene vast Greenfield of the inner circle was filled with people traversing towards the center, their eyes flickering with resolute determination.
Most of the participants had already arrived at the inner circle, and those that still hadn't… were most likely already weeded out from the competition.
Throughout the entire inner circle, the greenfield was filled with marks of battle — evidence of multiple battles that took place in days prior.
Whether it was skirmishes between participants, team cooperation against golems, or fractured team unity.
In one of the checkmarks near the center of the inner circle, there was a golem that was destroyed into pieces.
"Finally,"
Lance muttered to himself. He raised his hand and looked at the shimmering, stone fragment twirling on his fingers.
