THE FOURTH CONTINENT: THE FOURTH TRIAL HALL.
*They’re all too weak. It’s disgusting.* On their current level of strength, the twelve flame guardians would be their end. They would be devoured like helpless children.
Sung’s fist tightened behind his back.
*But with the boosting pills, they may yet stand a chance against those guardians. And anyone who survives the trial but fails to control the pill’s influence—I will personally end their life.*
Sung’s eyes rose to the rising sun, its golden light bathing the landscape.
Just then, footsteps approached from behind. Sung glanced over his shoulder.
“What do you want, Woo?” he glared coldly.
Woo approached with a soft smile. “Nothing, Elder Sung,” he said, his voice low and calm. He lowered his head in respect.
“I just came to watch the
