Year Two Final Test II

Vwooooommmm...

With a seismic pulse, the flat grounds of the coliseum twisted open like a blooming metal flower.

What emerged was a series of floating stone platforms—dozens of them—scattered unevenly across a vast chasm that seemed to open up beneath the arena itself.

At the center of the chasm was a singular pedestal glowing with pulsing, radiant light.

"Woooahhh..."

Gasps echoed around the audience.

It looked like a broken landscape suspended in midair, connected only by gaps and mana pathways that shimmered faintly. Runes danced along the edges.

A pit of energy boiled below the platforms—a fall here wouldn't mean death, but it would be a harsh ejection from the trial and a severe loss of points.

"The third and final trial," Master Ilwin called, his voice like thunder. "The Gauntlet of Momentum."