The echoes of battle raged through the city.
Not even an hour had come to pass, and yet multiple skyscrapers had crumbled to dust under the wrath of the vicious students.
Displaying inhuman fighting prowess, they fought to their heart's content, leveling a quarter of the city in the process.
Their destruction, while catastrophic in the eyes of the ordinary, didn't even faze Cassandra as she sat in the comfort of her office, watching the ongoing assessment.
She had—and still—lived in a time when numerous powerhouses could sink continents with a mere gesture.
Compared to that, destruction on the scale of a quarter of a city wasn't particularly impressive.
Hence, if she were judging the students by the criteria of firepower they wielded, she would have been disappointed. But this wasn't why this assessment was held.
It was to see how students would respond in a real battle.
