The Battle Arts Academy's practice building had many available training rooms, enough to support dozens of assessments at once, and each assessment generally took no more than ten minutes. Even so, by the time the first round ended, it was already afternoon.
After eating in the spacious and beautiful faculty cafeteria, Lucia returned to the open central courtyard with mixed feelings.
There stood an obsidian wall built with alchemical technology. Its surface was covered in decorative reliefs depicting a scene: the back of a woman charging moth-like into a vortex filled with terrifying imagery, with a small humanoid figure at its center. Without a doubt, this was some artist's imagined scene of the Legendary Mage and the Witch of Finale perishing together to save the world.
But it was also an alchemical display. The other side of the wall was carved with an ornate magic formation. When the results were announced, the relief on the front would slowly fade away, replaced by words revealed in stone carvings, displaying the candidates' rankings in order from the upper left to the lower right.
When the results came out, Lucia hurried over and stood on tiptoe to look from afar.
The people around her did the same. No one paid much attention to her now. After all, spectators would not show up so precisely on time; everyone here was a candidate, and they only cared about themselves.
A few seconds later, Lucia saw her name in the very first position in the upper left corner. Although she had been mentally prepared, it still shocked her. She did not know whether she should feel delighted or frightened.
Honestly, she still felt dazed. An inexperienced country girl had come to the Academy of Truth to take an exam, then suddenly became a genius. The change