| Congratulations, Aramina Winstone. |
Seeing her photo in the sky, followed by the loud trumpet, the girl finally looked at her own hands, which were now like broken glass. Small cracks turned into big ones as some pieces vanished into the air.
As the fragments of glass floated away, Aramina's heart raced with a mix of curiosity and dismay. She then looked down at the person on the ground, disappointed.
Too bad I didn't even meet any other students except this useless man.
The girl had just closed her eyes when her whole body suddenly lit up.
When she opened her eyes, the large trees and wild grass that had surrounded her had vanished. Instead, a vast training field had taken its place. It was already getting dark.
She blinks several times, unsure what is going on.
She could feel a tingling sensation all over her body as if she had been transported to a different realm. Confusion washed over her as she tried
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