Unlike the written exam, the combat test was something else entirely—ever-changing and unpredictable.
Some year it was one-on-one duels. Other times, battle royales or monster-slaying challenges. But this year, Azhriel knew… it would be different.
There were three trials, this year.
Power.
Will.
Combat and Survival.
Each designed to test not just strength, but spirit, and the will to push through harsh paths.
After the theory exam, orders came quickly. All students were directed to the Training Dome. Azhriel didn't wait for the announcements to finish. He already knew the place well—its layout, its secrets.
He walked swiftly through the city-like academy, passing towers, floating gardens, and spiraling runes that shimmered in the sky. Eventually, the Dome appeared on the horizon, massive and glinting in the sunlight.
The White Crystal Dome.
