Author's Note: Do Not Unlock Yet. Chapter Is Still Under Construction.
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Reed, who had finished just before, ambled over, wobbling dramatically with his sheathed sword across his shoulders. "I got thirteen. But it's not about how many you cut—it's about how you look doing it."
Victor gave him a side glance. "You screamed on your tenth dummy."
"Battle cry," Reed said solemnly.
Victor smirked. "Sure."
Across the arena, other class sections were also deep in Phase Four.
In the Assassin section, silence reigned. Students vanished and reappeared in split-second bursts as they faced their challenge: moving unseen through a tight simulation of alarms, slicing enchanted threads that represented "vital marks" on moving targets—each one enchanted to track presence, heat, and sound.
But there was one who didn't even seem to exist.
A shadow moved across the space, effortlessly dismantling thread after thread with pinpoint-accurate flicks of a dagger.
