Everyone was watching him. In the entire training ground, he was the only one still moving. They watched as he took step after step, bent down, picked up the Magic Wand, gripped it tightly, then assumed a casting stance, gritting his teeth, his gaze locked on Amos in the distance.
"Child, what are you trying to do?" Only then did Amos let out a slow breath, his face full of helplessness.
Hearing Amos's voice, Angel's eyes glistened with moisture. In a tone that was almost a plea, he quietly asked, "The exam isn't over yet, right? I still have Magic Power, so it's not over. I still have a chance..."
Everyone turned their gazes toward Amos.
"No, the exam is already over." Amos shook his head and said, "The Magic Power you have left is not enough to sustain the next round of an attack. I'm sorry, but you failed to break my shield, so you didn't pass the exam."
