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Lilianya reached into the vials of oil. Everyone else had completed their tests. Now she was the last. She wondered if she could have left the classroom early if she had turned in her handwritten test when she finished it. Perhaps it would have given her more time.
Not everyone who had completed the tests stood around watching the remaining contestants, but a few had. A few watched her to see what she would do.
What would she do?
She stood in the center of a spiked barricade. Any evidence of what anyone before her had done was gone. The vials of oil were nearly empty after so many students had already used them. Every weapon imaginable was laid out in front of her.
More than every weapon, really. She found the vial of steel oil. Lilianya could create any weapon she wanted to. She kn
