The three disciples of Sreas stood calmly at the far end of the arena.
At first glance, they looked like ordinary youths, no older than twenty. Their robes were simple, their expressions were composed, and their presence unassuming. Yet every student felt the weight of their aura…
They were definitely dangerous Arcanists just hidden beneath a tranquil surface.
Everyone knew their true power lay in the Asura Form… It was the dreaded transformation that granted a third eye and two extra arms, a state said to rival the might of ancient beasts. But today, they would not use such overwhelming strength.
Instead, they would fight as beasts.
Professor Paterson's voice rang out.
"We have three stages here… Each disciple will face five of you. Just transform, fight, and learn."
The first disciple stepped forward. His name was Glen, a lean figure with sharp eyes and a calm smile. He bowed slightly to the students before him.
"Five of you. Come."
