The first test had ended, but the aftermath clung to the students like glue. The mist from the tunnel still lingered in their minds. Even with the bright sun above, many couldn't stop shaking. Some still had dried blood splattered on their cheeks. Others couldn't stop glancing over their shoulders, half-expecting a tentacle to lash out from the trees.
It was as if the trial was meant to traumatize them. To warn them and let them know what to expect in the academy. They were kids that came with their parents.
Kids!
There's nothing like that at the academy. The trial was for them to give up now before things started to get worse at the academy.
Celina, however, walked ahead with quiet confidence. Her expression was blank, her eyes lowered. She looked like any other commoner girl who had barely survived.
