Dago walked straight toward the edge of the plaza. The moment he stepped through the light curtain of the Rune Magic Array and entered the wilderness, a sinister, oppressive sensation washed over him.
Straight ahead lay the small hill in the wilderness.
The closer Dago drew, the stronger the oppressive feeling in his heart became.
Moreover, he constantly felt as though a huge, invisible gaze hung above him, looking down coldly as it watched him inch forward like an ant.
"He even sent in an Early First Circle wizard without letting him bring anything."
Watching Dago's back vanish into the thick fog of the wilderness, the middle-aged male wizard who had just announced the start of the test turned to the bald man seated in the high-backed black-root chair. He spoke in a chilly tone, "My lord, it seems Campbell is quite dissatisfied with us."
"Dissatisfied? Does he deserve to be?"
The bald wizard spoke coldly. "Later, stand in front of the Rune Magic Array and make that Early First Circle piece of trash he sent in suffer a little more. It doesn't matter if he dies. From now on, every time he sends someone in, I'll cripple one."
The bald wizard grinned, exposing a mouthful of grim, deathly pale teeth.
"Until... Thorns of Pain behind him is willing to show some sincerity."
"Roar!"
The moment the bald wizard finished speaking, an ancient, suppressed roar filled with brutality and cruelty came from afar.
The stillness of the entire space was instantly shattered. A violent wind rose across the wilderness, tearing apart swathes of mist as though a stagnant pool of dead water, long suppressed, had begun to boil.
"My little pet has awakened."
The bald wizard slowly rose from his tree-root chair. Squinting into the distance, he murmured, "The last