bookpower Chapter 108 Entrance Exam [8] : The Arena
Chapter 108 Entrance Exam [8] : The Arena
Fianna knelt beside Caspian, the glow of her phoenix flames casting flickering shadows against his skin.
The wound on his hand slowly knitted itself together.
"Anywhere else?" she asked.
Caspian flexed his fingers, watching as the last traces of the wound faded.
"Nope," he replied.
.
Time passed in silence, the echoes of distant clashes ringing through the battlefield.
Caspian leaned back, his thoughts drifting.
Every bloodline had its defining abilities.
Some had one, others had two—powerful extensions of their lineage.
Fianna's flames could heal and destroy.
Vynesaa, bound to the World Tree, had nature's embrace and spiritual protection.
Lyrius wielded gravity—and something else.
Even among the strongest, there was always a pattern.
A gift. A physical manifestation of their bloodline.
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But his?
Equivalent exchange.
That's what it felt like.
Kill a C-rank monster, gain 500 points.
There was no explosive leap in power, it was like how a normal warrior will grow if he kills a C Rank momster.
Just a steady accumulation—an ordinary.
It wasn't unfair.
But it wasn't extraordinary either.
Caspian's fingers tightened.
"Am I right, Bloodmoon?"
A pause. Then—
{"I also think Everyone bloodline has it's own ability....There might be an ability... but it's still unawakened."}
Caspian exhaled slowly.
Unawakened.
Maybe.
But did it matter?
He didn't need an innate ability.
He had Unleash.
He had Evoke.
And that power alone was enough.
{"Hmm... brat."}
Bloodmoon's voice carried a rare note of contemplation.
{"Your core ability gives you immense power, but it still makes it harder for you to control mana. You struggle with the fundamentals."}
Caspian knew that already.
And he didn't care.
He didn't need to be like them.
He just needed to win.
For now, he would set it aside.
The test wasn't over.
The weak had already fallen.
Only the powerful remained.
And from this point forward, letting his guard down wasn't an option.
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[POV: Arianna Sylvalis]
Caspian, you better not mess this up.
If Vynesaa sees you covered in Phoenix flames with Fianna standing beside you, she might just rip you apart.
Arianna sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.
At least only 1,000 candidates remain.
Even if Caspian gets knocked out, I still get 500,000 dollars.
Oliver didn't respond. But his eyes flickered, acknowledging his opponent's strength.
Darian clenched his fists, fire surging again. Oliver raised his sword, the wind screaming around him.
One last attack.
They lunged—
BOOM!
A final explosion of power shook the battlefield.
When the dust settled—
Both of them had collapsed.
Darian, bruised and burned, lay on his back. He let out a raspy chuckle. "Damn. I wanted to win."
Oliver, equally exhausted, sat up, his breathing steady despite his injuries.
Darian turned his head, grinning. "Hey. Wanna team up?"
Oliver looked at him, silent for a moment.
Then—he nodded.
A dangerous alliance was formed.
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[POV: Caspian]
Haah...
Haah...
Caspian's breaths were ragged, his body aching from the relentless battle.
Fianna, beside him, was in no better state—her Phoenix flames flickered weakly as they healed the remaining wounds on her arms.
Two strong opponents. A brutal fight.
But they had won.
Barely.
The cold night breeze swept through the battlefield.
Caspian closed his eyes, grounding himself.
Survival. That's what mattered.
The sky turned an black, speckled with stars.
Fires burned dimly across the landscape as the remaining fighters sought shelter, tending to their wounds and conserving their strength.
Suddenly—
A booming voice echoed through the air.
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"Tomorrow is the final day of the examination."
"Only 100 participants remain. Be proud of yourselves."
"You have survived until now."
"Rest period: 10:00 PM to 6:00 AM. Any violations will result in elimination."
"Best of luck."
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Caspian let out a sigh.
"Only 100 left..."
He glanced at Fianna, who was staring at the sky, lost in thought.
"We're all in S-Class now," he muttered.
The true test would begin tomorrow.
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[POV: Vynesaa El'Leather]
The first light of dawn painted the battlefield in hues of gold and crimson.
The strongest remained.
Vynesaa stood with her arms crossed, observing the ground.
Then—
A voice.
"I didn't expect to see you here, elven princess."
Vynesaa turned her head.
Her eyes met Seraphina's—the mermaid princess.
A smile played at Vynesaa's lips. "Same goes for you, Seraphina."
The battle of prodigies was about to begin.