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As the exam ended and the last seconds ticked away, all the students were transported to the academy's infirmary. The room buzzed with activity as medics hurried to treat the injured. Some students were lying on beds with severe wounds, while others were being treated for minor injuries. The air was thick with the mingled scents of antiseptic and healing salves.
Zane lay on a bed, his leg bandaged and his body wrapped in healing energy. He could hear the moans and groans of his fellow competitors around him. Many had fought bravely, but few had only slight scratches. The intense atmosphere of the infirmary reflected the harshness of the competition they had just endured.
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