Second Phrase [7]

Elizabeth stood in the heart of a ruined forest, her silver hair catching the faint glint of sunlight filtering through the gray clouds.

Around her, the once-vibrant landscape had been torn apart, massive cracks spiderwebbing through the ground. Trees lay scattered, ripped from the earth as though they had been plucked by some giant hand.

This was no ordinary battlefield. It was afterall the second phrase of ranking exam.

Her eyes narrowed, scanning the area. She had felt the tremors long before arriving here, and the source of the destruction wasn't far off.

The ground beneath her feet rumbled again, a low, ominous vibration that warned of something massive lurking below.

Elizabeth's grip tightened on her weapon, a slender, obsidian spear that hummed with latent power. She could sense it now—the monster's presence, just beneath the surface, waiting to strike.

THOOM!