Within the corridor-like architecture of the assessment area, two figures were leisurely walking in the empty hallways.
The surroundings were eerily quiet, with only the echo of their footsteps on the cold, hard stone slabs.
Images and statues along both sides of the corridor watched every passing student like guards.
The road seemed unfamiliar, or rather, it wasn't a path they had taken before.
On the carpet, there were occasional sinister, chilling bloodstains that had long since dried and blended with the fabric.
The shapes of the bloodstains varied; some were caused by sharp objects, while others looked like irregular splatters.
It was as if something horrifying had happened in this school, turning it into an inexpressible game of terror.
However, the two seemed indifferent.
There was an alien sense of coldness and tranquility, much like the Demon Race.
The time for the end of the first assessment period had not yet arrived.
