Elana hoped to finish the trial relying solely on her physical strength, without leaning on her armaments.
But her Professor had other plans—a challenge that could not be overcome by muscle alone.
Holding back was no longer an option. Any hesitation would mean failure, and the thought of disappointing her Professor stung sharper than any blow.
He hadn't chosen a spell to test her. Instead, a golem of considerable magical power now faced her. Its presence alone made it clear: the Professor wanted her to use her armaments that's why he brought forth this challenge.
That realization steeled her resolve. She would not falter.
"Holy smokes! That much mana from a single person?!"
"I can feel my hands shaking… Goddamn!"
"She is literally freezing the very air."
The floor beneath them had turned to ice, a testament to the chaotic release of energy. But this was still accidental magic, a byproduct of raw emotion—not anything suspicious.
