A message hovered in the air in front of each participant:
[Get ready to fight.]
And then–
FWISH! RUMBLE!
The ground shook, and from the shadows emerged every elite monster still roaming the trial.
The atmosphere of the Hollow Tower square, which was up until now only filled with the other participants, changed drastically as five terrifying figures appeared.
The first was the Mayor.
Clothed in fine, noble attire, he looked oddly dignified, but his grotesque face twisted with moonscorched madness.
His beige skin sagged, his bald head crowned by two sharp, triangular horns.
He gripped a fork in his right hand and a knife in his left, his weapons glinting ominously.
And before anyone could react, he threw his knife toward the [Ultimate Clone], hitting it straight on and making it disappear.
"OH COME ON," Stark was the one who shouted, "WHY HIM?!"
"Because I felt like it."
