Zendaya, Tier 6!

As the desert sun dipped below the horizon, a hush fell over the gathered contestants. The announcement of the arrival of the second instructor hung heavy in the air, casting an air of anticipation over the weary survivors. 'So, the second round begins,' Johan thought, his grip tightening around his summoning card, his eyes fixed on the empty space before them.

Suddenly, the air seemed to shiver, a rippling wave of palpable power that made hairs stand on end. Then, without a warning, she appeared. Zendaya, the second instructor, materialized out of thin air, a grand entrance befitting her status. She stood tall, her crimson hair cascading down her shoulders, her emerald eyes scanning the crowd with a potent intensity. Dressed in sleek combat gear, every inch of her radiated power and authority.

'Wow,' Johan breathed in his mind. He had heard of her, Zendaya the Conqueror, a Card Master of formidable repute. But seeing her in person, her commanding aura, was something else altogether. 'The second test is going to be a challenge, that's for sure.'

Her eyes lingered on the contestants for a moment before she stepped forward. The crowd parted, a sea of aspiring Card Masters bowing before the tide of her presence. It was clear that she was not just an instructor, but a force to be reckoned with.

The aura of respect and fear surrounding Zendaya seemed to grow as she took a position at the center. There was a coldness in her demeanor that was as sharp as the desert night, cutting through any pretense or facade. Her icy stare was unnerving, chilling to the bone, and her brisk commands echoed with an authority that demanded absolute obedience.

'She's definitely not here to coddle anyone,' Johan thought, watching her closely. 'I guess rumors about her being ruthless are true after all.'

One could sense the ruthlessness beneath her cool exterior, a simmering intensity ready to unleash at any moment. She was a Tier 6 Card Master, renowned for her Silver Quality Card: Icy Phoenix. It was said to be a card of immense power, equipped with the chilling skills of Ice Lance and Cold Storm, and the defense skill of Ice Resistance. No doubt, a force to reckon with.

'Merciless indeed,' Johan mused silently, shuddering a little as her gaze swept across the gathering, eventually landing on him. The intensity of her stare seemed to pierce right through him, making him feel like an open book. But Johan met her gaze head-on, shamelessly staring back at her with his own brand of defiance.

'So, the second test won't be a stroll in the park,' Johan noted inwardly, steeling himself for what lay ahead. His heart pounded in his chest, adrenaline rushing through his veins. He was eager, ready to take on whatever came his way. 'Bring it on, Zendaya,' he thought, a smirk playing on his lips. His journey to become a Card Master had just taken a fascinating turn.

Zendaya's gaze lingered on Johan, her expression cool and unreadable. She noted the defiance in his eyes, the way he met her gaze without flinching. 'This one has guts,' she mused. But what intrigued her most was the inexplicable depth she sensed in him, like a well too deep to see the bottom. Despite her keen observation, she couldn't completely see through him.

For a moment, she found herself grudgingly acknowledging him. 'Interesting...'

Johan felt her lingering gaze and smirked inwardly. 'She's sizing me up. Well, I hope she likes what she sees,' he thought, pushing away the small flutter of unease that gnawed at his stomach.

As he steeled himself, he took a moment to reflect. The lessons from the desert still etched fresh in his mind, serving as a painful reminder of the reality of his situation. 'I need to be prepared... for everything,' he concluded.

His thought was interrupted by Zendaya's commanding voice cutting through the tense silence. All eyes were on her as she began addressing the contestants. "The next test will not be easy," she stated, her voice as cold and sharp as a blade. "Some of you may not make it through. But remember, only the strongest prevail."

Her words hung in the air, a chilling warning to all. It was a straightforward reminder of the harsh trials to come, and Johan couldn't help but appreciate her brutal honesty. 'Well, isn't she a ray of sunshine,' he thought sarcastically.

The chilling air in the gathering seemed to drop a few more degrees following Zendaya's announcement. Johan could see the subtle changes ripple through the crowd. 'Fear, anxiety, bravado... such a colourful mix of emotions,' he observed, a trace of amusement flickering in his eyes.

Some participants masked their fear with a cocky smile, their eyes betraying their anxiety. Others wore their terror openly, their bodies trembling with dread. Yet, a few remained unreadable, their faces inscrutable, much like Johan's own.

'It's as if we're waiting for the guillotine to drop,' Johan mused. His thoughts swirled around Zendaya's warning.

A predatory smile curled on Zendaya's lips, her icy blue eyes scanning the crowd of remaining participants. "I hope you enjoyed the desert's warm embrace," she quipped, her words slicing through the uneasy silence. "It might be the last warmth some of you will feel in a while."

Her eyes briefly flitted towards the horizon, where a cold, dense forest stood ominous and uninviting. 'Is it cold forest? Fitting for our Icy Phoenix,' Johan thought, his gaze following hers. The towering trees appeared to be shrouded in a frosty mist, the very air around it seeming to bristle with a chilling hostility.

"So, gear up," Zendaya continued, her icy gaze sweeping back to the contestants. "The second test begins at dawn. Make the most of the time you've got." With that, she turned on her heel, leaving the crowd to simmer in anxious anticipation.

Johan's gaze lingered on the icy forest, his mind beginning to churn. 'A forest, cold weather, potential frostbite, hypothermia... This is a whole different ball game. I'll need to revise my strategies.'

But Johan also thinks that it's possible that Zendaya was just playing with them and it wasn't actually icy forest.

Despite the tension hanging heavy in the air, Johan felt a rush of adrenaline, his heart pounding with a strange mix of excitement and trepidation.