Every light in the theater seemed to have been imbued with life. The instant the music ended, the lights flooded the entire theater. Pale golden illumination flowed across the black marble like a surging stream whispering through the night.
The back rows of the audience.
"I originally thought this classroom was testing art, but I never expected it to actually be testing the art of destruction. So destruction itself is also a form of art..."
Lanchi let out a breath. His voice held some relief, along with the lightness of someone who had finally cast off a restraint.
He was already smiling confidently, as if he could hardly wait to go onstage and show his classmates what he could do.
"..."
Hughberlian turned her head to observe Lanchi's condition, feeling as if something were stuck in her throat.
He seemed to have benefited tremendously from his time at Demon Academy once again.
Others might have come to challenge the Shadow World.
But Lanchi had truly come to learn.
In theory, Lanchi's "wholehearted" attitude toward life deserved praise, but... she could not say exactly what was wrong with it.
"Protect yourself later."
Lanchi stood up. As he passed Hughberlian, he tossed her those words, then followed the red carpet up the stairs toward the stage.
"Okay."
Hughberlian answered.
With her collection of spells, she was not suited to this exam.
But as an acrobatic support, the stranger the circumstances became, the more reassuring Lanchi's spell collection was to her.
In theory, Lanchi would go on before her. Once Lanchi passed, the two of them could temporarily exchange purple-grade and lower Magic Cards in the audience and restructure their spell collections, allowing Hughberlian to pass as well.
More than half of the music assessment had already passed. The classroom was filled