Only ninety students remained.
The end was near.
Yet, he hadn't found Vynesaa.
His breath came slow and controlled.
'Where the hell is she?' he thought.
And not just her—'Lyrius, Calenthir Reyes, even Darian—none of them had crossed his path.'
By now, he should have encountered at least one of them.
The examination's final stage had turned into a game of strategy.
The strongest had formed small groups, hunting down the isolated and weak before turning on each other.
It was a simple yet ruthless strategy: eliminate the loners.
He and Fianna had been lucky so far. That luck wouldn't last.
And yet, Caspian had somehow slipped through every major battle without encountering a single familiar face.
**How low is my luck?**
You've been standing there for too long," Fianna muttered beside him.
Her arms were crossed, her eyes scanning their surroundings. "Something on your mind?"