Dark clouds gathered once more as the sky roared.
Heavy rain poured over the heads of the temple students.
No sleep. No food. No stopping.
Nightmare creatures lurked everywhere, and competitors waited in silence.
At this point, surrender almost seemed like the better choice.
But no one truly knew what the required number of points was to avoid disqualification.
The people watched in curiosity as the broadcast of the island finally began.
A thrilling showcase of savage combat, bloodshed, survival instincts, and fierce competition.
Earlier, after Daemon Valerion's overwhelming display, Magnus Grell rose from the ground, his expression darkening even more—if that was possible, given the midnight hour.
That battle had taken place in complete darkness.
Their auras were the only source of light.
Magnus was furious—not only had Daemon humiliated him, but Frey Starlight had vanished the moment the dust had settled.
