Trial of Compassion (1)

Ulysses took a deep breath and unleashed the power-hungry ability [Hand of the Guardians] on the undead beasts flying in every direction. With unlimited mana, he saw no reason not to use it. But even with the powerful ability, there were too many enemies to fend off.

Without hesitation, Ulysses followed up with a series of swift strikes, his sword flashing in the dim light of the setting sun as he took down the beasts one by one. The fight was brutal and exhausting, but Ulysses managed to survive. There was no victory against the horde, only survival.

"Congratulations! You have survived the Trial of Skill," the voice announced.

Ulysses took a moment to catch his breath, his chest heaving as he looked around at the aftermath of the battle. He was battered, bruised, and bloodied, but he had passed the trial. He dropped to the ground, uncaring about the surrounding corpses.

"Proceeding to the next trial," the voice intoned.