Screams filled the domain. A boy tackled his desk mate, fists slamming wildly. Another sprinted toward the exit, only to be struck down by a chair hurled like a javelin. In seconds, the so-called "Trial" had devolved into a massacre.
But Vyuzka didn't panic.
While everyone descended into carnage, he calmly turned and moved.
His eyes scanned the crowd—not with fear, but with purpose. There was no use fighting here. Not when every direction was full of desperate humans clawing at each other for survival and coins.
Instead, he slipped between bodies, ducked under wild swings, and weaved his way out.
He chose a path with fewer people, moving away from the center of the chaos. A cracked road stretched into a mist-drenched alley. Faint streetlamps flickered in the distance. He followed the path in silence, boots crunching over gravel and broken glass.
No screams here.
No blood.
Just silence—and the tension that came with it.
Then, a low growl broke the stillness.
Vyuzka turned his head.
From the mist emerged a creature. It walked on four legs, but its limbs were too long, and its joints bent the wrong way. Its eyes glowed like dying embers. A twisted snarl curled across its face, drool sizzling as it hit the pavement.
A monster.
Vyuzka's body tensed.
Then—
A silver flash cut through the fog.
A clean slice. A sharp gasp. A single thud.
The monster's head rolled to a stop inches from Vyuzka's feet.
He looked up.
There she stood—still, composed, and untouched. Her white hair, like threads of moonlight, swayed gently as the mist curled around her. A sleek, blood-dusted blade hung loosely at her side.
She didn't look at the corpse.
She looked at Vyuzka.
For a moment, neither spoke.
Then—
[Insightful Glance Activated
Scanning target...]
A translucent screen blinked open in front of Vyuzka's eyes:
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Name: Lyssira
Age: 19
Sex: Female
Title: The Velvet Fang
Overall Evaluation:A radiant presence in a fading world. Naturally gifted and remarkably adaptable, this candidate possesses both strength and compassion. She inspires others not through fear or dominance, but by example. A stabilizing force with the potential to become a beacon—or a weapon.
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Vyuzka studied her in silence.
She wiped her blade, turned, and walked into the mist without a word.
He exhaled slowly, eyes still locked on where she had vanished.
"She's good," he muttered.
The System didn't argue.
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