Entrance Exam [11] :Saviour

Caspian's lips parted slightly, exhaling slowly. His grip on Bloodmoon tightened.

And then—he laughed.

The stocky boy took a step forward, fists still glowing with rock-infused mana. He hesitated.

Caspian tilted his head. "What's wrong?"

No response.

No one spoke.

Caspian met him head-on.

Bloodmoon clashed against stone-coated fists, sending vibrations up his arm.

He wasn't stronger—but he didn't need to be.

He sidestepped, dodging a wild swing, then drove his elbow into the boy's jaw.

A crack. A stumble.

Not enough.

Caspian followed up—a downward slash aiming for the leg.

The boy barely managed to reinforce his shin with mana before the blade connected. Sparks flew.

Still—he buckled.

But Caspian didn't get a chance to press further.

The dagger girl was already on him.

He spun just in time to block—her blade skimming past his cheek instead of his throat.

Too close.