As Jash looked around at the chaos unfolding like a well-orchestrated disaster, the action continued to unfold with fancy displays of magic.
Candidates were scrambling, some screaming, others frantically assessing their surroundings, and a few already out of the game, disqualified.
The once confident faces now betrayed fear and desperation amid a few rare expressions of grim determination.
'These idiots... they really had the guts to underestimate the test,' he mused, clicking his tongue in annoyance.
Though he couldn't even see one candidate, his expressions were akin to someone observing everything from a bird's point of view.
Well, thanks to the description from the novel, Jash didn't need to look at it to know.
Soon enough though, different youths began to pull out myriad spells out of their arsenal to attack their surroundings indiscriminately.
After all, who knew where they'd get attacked from?
