Kaelen's mind raced.
'The Magic Pandora…'
It was right there—the Battle Crown—levitating in plain sight.
But with so many powerful competitors, each with their own ambitions, how was he supposed to claim it?
He thought of his Divine Sword Series.
He thought of Sylphie, Kelvin, Kent, and the other contenders.
He thought of the sheer chaos this trial would bring.
'I can't just rush in recklessly.'
'I need a plan.'
But before he could go deeper into his thoughts—
A firm hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder.
"Oi, Kaelen!"
Kaelen snapped back to reality.
He turned to see Forbes looking at him with a knowing smirk.
"You're spacing out again. It's time to go."
Kaelen blinked and finally took in his surroundings.
In front of him—
Nine portals.
Each portal shimmered with arcane energy, waiting to transport the participants into the unknown realm of the Trials of Creation.