Four hours had passed since the start of the entrance exam. Out of the five hundred new students, only about twenty remained. The rest had been eliminated by monsters, by fatigue, or by their own mistakes.
Kris Donoghan advanced cautiously, his spear firmly gripped in his hands. His amber eyes swept across the clearing. His dragon tattoo extended along his neck down to his arm, glowing faintly under the sun. He knew the exam spared no one and that every movement could be fatal.
The ground was littered with debris, broken branches, and monster tracks. Kris had already eliminated several giant spiders. Each creature fell under his precise and powerful strikes, and he gave no chance to his opponents.
