Above the dimensional realm, a massive war fortress stood.
On the third floor, in a conference room.
"They're performing well, becoming more mature."
"They should be mature by now."
"Although this is their first impromptu assignment. If they can't remain calm in life-and-death fights, their mentality is too weak to be in this academy." The instructors, dozens of them, clicked on their screens, constantly changing their observation targets.
Each impromptu assignment was a growth opportunity for the students.
"What about him?"
"This kid is fully adapting to the dimension." Magus Daphne smiled, pointing at Tron on the screen.
Numerous high-altitude surveillance arcane tech, combined with the positioning bracelets worn by each participants, ensured that each student was monitored accurately, recording each student's score.
