"It turns out it's just chasing mice, quite a simple test."
The girl who had chosen the Golden Scorpion as her 'partner' stepped forward, looking down at the scene below. She was wearing a golden dress—not in the metaphorical sense, but literally sewn with gold threads and silk, flowing like liquid gold, in a style that was both garishly grand and refined.
"The assessment begins!"
With that command, the blocking door panels were lifted, and a Golden Scorpion entered the arena. It faced the same two Illusion Mice that the prior opponents had. Compared to the young wolves, the Golden Scorpion was significantly smaller, and in terms of strength, it might even be inferior to the Illusion Mice.
However, these 'partners' all had their own unique skills and abilities.
"Such boring illusion techniques. Clark, use 'Golden Armor'!" With a wave of her hand, the girl commanded, and the Golden Scorpion below charged forward, its body shimmering with metallic luster as it hardened.