3 hours later:
Thud~
"Huff, Huff, Huff~"
Aisam stood in the center of the white, square room where his first trial had taken place. He had just finished off the last living doll and was breathing heavily.
"Haa~" he sighed, swallowing another batch of potions. He tossed the empty bottles onto the floor, where they clattered among the many others already discarded.
Snap!
His bleeding left arm regenerated instantly. It had been torn apart from being cornered, unable to handle the sheer number of opponents in time. This injury was not the first; it had happened many times during the battle. The repeated concussion had even made him numb to the pain for a while.
'I may have underestimated them a bit.'
