In the classroom of the Shadow World Demon Academy.
This unique dim atmosphere made time seem to slow down, each second felt like an eternity encapsulated in amber.
The red tablecloth was particularly eye-catching under the faint light, its intensively deep and rich red hues were provocative, yet possessed a sense of artistic beauty.
In this classroom, light and shadow, clarity and obscurity, stillness and movement were all rhythmically ebbing and flowing.
Apparently, the examination had already begun.
Lanci knew that observation and understanding of the situation and reality were of utmost importance after coming to the Shadow World.
The Shadow World was often rational.
Unless the Challengers made mistakes or failed, there wouldn't be a situation where death was inevitable and no solutions were available.
Lanci's piercing green eyes scanned the classroom environment, the faint light danced in his pupils.