At that moment, many were grappling with the decisions placed before them.
Questions of mana reserves and the ability to maintain concentration over such a prolonged period troubled a significant number of candidates.
While most hesitated to move, burdened by the complications involved, one person charged forward without hesitation.
Dante Pendragon.
True to his nature, he was the first to recklessly dive in, pushing aside all doubts and fears.
With unwavering confidence, he moved towards the horizon that seemed so unattainable, striding boldly across the raging waters.
It was no surprise.
Dante was simply being himself. Spontaneously fearless, with an overarching confidence in his abilities.
Running across the open waters, Dante relied solely on his instincts and the flow of mana to guide him through the challenge.
He could feel the mana in the air—its density fluctuating across the expanse of the ocean.
His senses guided him, each pulse of mana pointing the way.
